Do you ever wonder what is the point of it all when it hurts as you fall through the cracks in the lie that is life as we see it through eyes full of angst contracted from the hate that we feel in a world that is dark?

See, somehow I feel alone in a world full of clones of a god never seen but he speaks to his kids in a way that is strange and it seems that he’s gone for the good of his grace we’ve disgraced what he dreamed so he’s sad and afraid of the mistakes that he made as he made us.

Paint a picture with words

Observe hate don’t intervene

Draw within the lines or die

Walk within these boundaries or be forever know the scoundrel

Don’t speak mind

Speak mine and all is fine

My heart beats like quest love was seated behind me.

Death in my lucid dreams.

I murder poets with ink. For some reason they don’t bleed.

See, I birth words that give hope to those in need of boats as they float through the shit creek of life as it rains.

I do feel pain. Reached for procaine but grabbed the pen instead.

Now these thoughts can leave my head.

Depression had me caged

Then I escaped just to find out that life still had me chained

Exhausted from the pain

Afraid that I can’t obtain the change that I crave I may lay my self in the grave never claim to be brave they say that I’m insane

Sit in silence while crying out for help

Trying to understand the hand that I was dealt

Ask god for forgiveness If he answered I must have missed the sign I sigh as I fall asleep knowing reality awaits me when I wake

We claim to live and learn but the village burns from mistakes we are ashamed to admit that we made

We say life is metaphoric yet we run from metamorphosis every word of rhetoric makes us more metamorphic

We try to stand out in a world full of sheep the only escape is a dream as we sleep so it seems we are all the same

It ’s not conscious what connects us its emotional esteem so by nature we are reckless

Lay your problems on me

I’ll carry the weight of your thoughts

If you give me the key to your heart

Cry if it helps

I’ll lend my arms to the cause

If I can hold you for the rest of my life

Scream if you need

I’ll give my ears to your angst

If you will love me forever

I hate that I feel the need to understand the grand plan of the universe

Search for wisdom that I know will hurt

Know I should enjoy the moments that make life worth all the struggle

But that’s where I struggle

A man of the masses

so average

why do I matter?

what happens after?

I want to change the world

Yet I can’t change my own

Some days I can barley change my clothes

Some days I hope life is close to coming to a close

So much power yet so many wasted hours

Potential will decay if you fail to act on fate

Time tortures

Body

Mind

Soul

Where does it all go?

Waiting

Patient

Escaping angst and hatred

Blatant condemnation

Contemplating our usage of the things abusive to us being good humans