Hey Guys

Hey guys.
Yea, I’m alive.
Although often times
I dream of a better life.
One where I
Live alright
In an open world
With no need to try.
Then I wake
And I realize
There’s no such thing
Only dividing lines.
So here I sit
To ponder lies
To hold the need
To justify,
To shape, to dream,
To realign
But I’m out of it
And I’m done with trying.
So, I’ll fake it all,
I’ll hold the crying.
I’ll take my worth
Over blades so fine.
I’ll push it over
And I’ll yell goodbye.

 

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End Of Days

Laying in bed
My head is a mess.
Futurama
Had always put me at rest.
Playing in the back ground
Sonic, downstairs.
I take a moment
To finger brush my hair.
Exhausted and alone
In this two story home.
A cough in my throat
From am invader unknown.
Develop tomorrow,
Maybe I’ll call in.
I won’t call in, but
I’m sick of this sickness
That puts me in bed
By ten o’clock.
My back is so sore
And I’m feeling so old
The more I type, these words
In turn, they age me more.
So age away,
I’ll ice my back.
I’ll take this day
Placing it in the back of my brain.
I’m alone right now
But that’s okay
Cause I’ve got my favorite show
To make my end of day.

 

Fuck The Moon

Fuck the Moon
And any shot that you would think that you would get
Cause the sling shot effect is a little short of the best.
Keep trying to move forward but do anything but hold onto your breath
Cause this moment is the moment when you start to lose focus.

I don’t know
A little bit more than all of the scattered messed up regret
Cause my eyes keep on telling me that the moon is a bitch.
I’ll keep rolling towards something that means at least a little bit
Cause I can’t help but think pass the vocal moment.

Don’t Listen To Me

Listen to me
Because you don’t listen to me.
Forfeit the knowledge
Because it’s in your DNA.
Listen when I speak
Because I’ve got important things to say.
I’m only trying to help
To continuously progress your every day.
Don’t throw in the towel
Because you’ve been doing it wrong.
Focus, focus on the problem
And the tasks presented before you.
You don’t realize your potential
Intentionally scratching only the surface
Causing panic in an ever flowing Sea,
The rage that claims everything adoring.
Don’t listen to me.
Don’t live a life of reverse psychology.
Don’t take my consideration
When considering the choices you make.
They don’t impact this life
Or the station in Hell that you’ll succumb to.
Take a breath and notice this mess
While you fix to progress this grotesque
Ill fitted onset of depressive regret.
Listen to me
Because you don’t listen to me.

 

For I Have Spoken

Indulge in the breathe that I have given to you.
I’m only bound by the lines of the page
So my limit is that of only intimidation.
You’re a threat to the ways that I am used to
So killing you bears no resemblance to distaste.
Break you,
Crush you,
I’ll do what I have to in order to get my point across.

My condolences to the family that has departed
But I had to take something beautiful away.
The limit breaker in your heart shows consistency
But I’m afraid that I’ll have to really make you pay.
Worrisome for the notion but I am always in your way.
Break you,
Crush you,
I’ll always do what I have to in order to get my way.

Verse three, you have little to know pace at all.
Push and stagger as exuberance encrypts my soul.
Face the God who has given only to take everyone.
Face the God, his face is the thing that you want.
Rust in the decaying facade you have endowed.
Break you,
Crush you,
There is no redemption in another verse for I am God.

 

Black And Gray

Black and gray
Reign over me.
Skys of fire
Rage on relentlessly.
Bridges have burned,
Meteors have crashed.
I’m beginning to think that
I’m alone at last.
The river flows
With bodies and atonement.
I’ve realized the worst.
This battle is explosive.
So I’ll harbor –
Regret and ill will.
I won’t face this surface
If I’m forced to sit still.
So bend and break
The flexibility that I don’t have
And I’ll take the fate
As you harvest my laugh.

 

Lucky To Be

Deadlines
With the thought in mind.
The Sun shines
But always in my eyes.
Sometimes
I feel I’m losing all of mine.
All the time
I write so that I can say I tried
To realize that I’m lucky to be alive.