The dark side is gravitating
Scrambled thoughts of my reality
Playing with the toys in my closet
A world you could care less
Claiming to know me completely
You know what you want to know
My efforts to shed dead skin get unnoticed
I grin on the inside of these vandalized walls
We share a love that wears many disguises
that you refuse to see
You chose to see only a few layers of me
We display a miserable performance
Consistently staring into my silence
I can’t make you use your tongue
I will never be enough or give enough
You are as broken in pieces as me
You don’t know how to walk away
I dare you to walk away like the rest
The grin expects the unexpected
Can you spell the word depression
Waiting for God to take me away
You will understand me when I’m dead and gone
And give more of yourself to another man
The dark side is gravitating
God
Chasing God on Silence Boulevard
I’ve been chasing a sky of blurry lines
I’ve been chasing constellations with my eyes closed
I’ve been chasing misplaced trust with heartfelt lies
I’ve been chasing danger with silent explosives
I’ve been chasing peace with a vicious expression
I’ve been chasing filled pages in an empty book
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
I’ve been chasing delusions with a vacant jar of pills
I’ve been chasing wisdom with limited experiences
I’ve been chasing a river of echoes with a pierced eardrum
I’ve been chasing a fantasy with numb fingertips
I’ve been chasing daylight on a dim path
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
I’ve been chasing riddles with a cracked compass
I’ve been chasing affection with a crippled identity
I’ve been chasing sentiments with a star dripping resentment
I’ve been chasing sweetness with a bitter tongue
I’ve been chasing suspicion with an arrow
in my hand
I’ve been chasing time with drops of heartache
If these decorated walls could shout
crumbled words would cut my open arms
If these rooms could plead guilty
my disease would cry indifference
And my inflicted patterns dwell on Silence Boulevard
On my knees with my hands clenched together
Reciting scripture and broken prayers
Begging “Take my pain away, tired of all the shadows of yesterday”
3:42 AM (Sleeping with a virus)
Grappling with a toxic incubus
Static tangled up in hallucinations
A diabolical perpetrator is lurking
Dabbling with molecules and carbons
And I sleep with annihilation
Memorizing the periodic table of elements
Sinister mind combining mercury and lead
A splash of chromium, pinch of caesium
Blending a explosion in a wicked bottle
And I sleep with obliteration
Ensuring a plague like disease spreads wide
A blackhearted voice speaks with a chuckle
Corrupted hands, apocalyptic intentions
Selfishness wrapping around throats
And I sleep with termination
Belligerent critters stalking the lands
Referencing the last chapter of the divine
Symbolic torture rest within the dollars
Greed softens up the lips and tongue
And I sleep with eradication
A clash of reasons, brawl between sins
Fears sobbing until the break of dawn
Scent of misery swarmed the dirt
End of virtues, end of light
And I sleep with a contagious virus
Fractured Seeking Faith
She blatantly ignored the gun shots in the forest of her mind
She stumbled across the hidden bridge squeezing a bottle of time
She carried a picture of temptations with her lips high and dry
She drank from the inkwell of resistance to justify her words
She dropped to her tattered knees shouting “Forgive me”
She fumbled for a candle to see her shadows in the dark
She carved out a statue to remind her of her past
She spoke to the flames of the king in a delicate language
She leaned on the shoulders that could carry her forever more
She stared into the mirror for hours recognizing her flaws
A Mime’s Brainstorm
Stumbling into a fuzzy
and sanitized brainstorm
Watching the fury
leave stains where the mime
inside placed his hands
on the four by four box
Chatter dissolves
Blood clots stricken
Nonstop convulsions
A falling stigma is spread
like dust on the tricks
of my broken down mind
Fears wallow
Doubt hangs like tree branches
in a distraught hurricane
Analytics in bold
Emotions shredded
Wiping away the dirt from
my cynical and distant eyes
Leaving the mime inside
cry like a new born baby
Constantly misunderstood
A misguided circus fumbling
through the fog
A part of me is the feather
of a soaring bird
Never falling to the ground
without direction
Grasping the words of the prayer
Sent to God from a letter
Please save the mime
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Helium Chronicles
Like a light kite in the sky
waving at the landscapes
Adoring God’s creations
from the ground to the
feathers and trees
Flying like a hummingbird
raptured in his point of view
Watching statues and waters
from an eagles eye
Tranquility prances in the
honeysuckle breeze
Harmony is held in
Cupid’s hands
All in all beauty surrounds
us like a circle
We just have a choice
to see it
Slumber Seeking Grace
She slumbers in jitters and uncertainty
She slumbers in quietness and nervousness
She slumbers in angst and needles
She slumbers in frozen butterflies
She slumbers in a catatonic atmosphere
And the all knowing and powerful listens
She slumbers in misguided beliefs
She slumbers in thin confidence
She slumbers in pale rose petals
She slumbers in the down pouring dismay
She slumbers in cold feet and horror
And the all knowing and powerful listens
She slumbers in cynical exasperation
She slumbers in headaches and irritations
She slumbers in deadweight
She slumbers in mishaps and misfortune
She slumbers in blame and agitation
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Wounded and Numb
I’m a wounded prize,
Laced up in bitterness.
I’m a lethal injection,
Trapped in a empty bottle.
I’m a bullet from a war,
Only shot through my veins.
I’m a discarded black heart
Only seen in the shadows.
I’m the venom from the rattlesnake
Only to swallow with salt.
I’m a chill on my own spine
Only to stop from being numb.
