You looked into my eyes and you swore you could see A fire that burns through me, I looked into the mirror and all I could see was the ruins and the remains that the past has left in their wake, You can sense the sorrow that tends to my wounded, So you pull me closer and whisper that i no longer have to face this world alone,

Focus on the changes that we can bring to my survival and forget about the factors that once was my definition of staying sane, I thought I’d built the walls of my ruins high enough to keep out of view of the ghosts and skeletons of the vengeful lovers that i used to claim, 

But Ive been willing to sacrifice my sanctity to save myself from a version of myself that hunts me, using the razorsharp edges of someone else’s blame, I always hide from the darkness that surrounds me so I ended up giving life to this demon that haunts me, I watch it from the shadows as it wanders around having chosen to wear my likeness as a face, 

But you’ve seen through the mask and you’ve torn down these walls and youve sheltered me from the threat of myself, I watch as the demon approaches and you stand face to face, you looked into his eyes and you swore you could see a fire that burns though, so you pull him closer and whisper ’I’ve been searching for every single part of what makes you, you.”

Deny any trace that this existed anywhere else except the confinement of my own imagination, Were you really nothing more then a projection I screened over someone else in order to have my dreams become a segment in my warped reality? 

The whispers of all that i claimed you to be clinged to the delicate whisps of hair on the back of your neck eventually in time smothered by the hands of another, I’ve finally lost track of all but our digital history as the stories we once created are slowly becoming nothing more then trigger memories,

The scents still synonymous with our last ditch survival still maintain a poignancy as the fragrances filter through and flash our lives into mere milliseconds, comprehend all the mistakes and manufacture the next beginning with the hint of a brand new aroma,

Deconstruct the timeframes and make amendments that grant us the infinity of time, resist trying to watch the world through a projection and focus on the possibilities of a grounded reality, wanting nothing more then to loosen the grip of the torture that I’ve always handed to my  dream based causality.

You know it won’t be feasible for you to define your intelligence if you keep on repeating the same mistakes over and over, So you had the audacity to try and take out your heart and replace it with nothing more then a hollow existence, You’ve collapsed as you wondered what was next, if all thats to become is just meaningless progression,

Now we stop, we stand and we stare as they are setting you up on a makeshift table in the middle of your continuous nightmares, surgical gloves slipping onto their skeletal fingers as you haven’t feed those that counted on your appraisal since the day you found the brand new same old you, 

Watch as they try and find away to replace all the scars left not just from your own removal but from the touch of my hand when i so brazenly in the past made a grasp for your heart and left more then a mark in the vena cavas that once was an integral part of your daily existence, 

But in the end they did nothing more then sever the ventricles, all the ghosts of all the passengers that you so nonchalantly passed by, those that tried to get you to take notice now just stop to watch you bleeding out in vain, occasionally they might try to patch you up with all their cliches and half truths of what your life could have been, 

but all these people have ever seen is the diagrams for what pertains to your dreams not the broken down prototypes you once claimed as the lovers you so desperately wanted to make your life feel like it was whole again, the very next moment from wence you woke, all that still know you claim that you’ve never since been the same.  

Believe that a single twist of fate can shift the flow of gravity, As you find that you’ve fallen onto your feet and found the balance of this world has shifted while you covered your eyes with denial, What you anticipated as your decline was your ascention into another’s realm of possibility,

Don’t be too busy building tear stained statues and monuments that you fail to notice the sun and the moon taking shifts to try and coax you out from the darkness you think keeps you safe from the harm that is nothing more then a self inflicted reflect to a perceived rejection, 

But be sure to finish the last line of the very book you thought was somehow the last chapter to the chronicles of your existence, To be continued? is the fantasy that we sing to ourselves to soften the inevitable conclusion that we never have to finish writing our final epilogues of the stories we thought would define our lifetimes, 

But we know this pen would be nothing more then the gatekeeper of all the memories we stored of yesterday, filled with nothing more then the last remnants of ink that we find ourselves looking at from a new perspective to see that somehow it’s still full, 

Let us end as more then a pressed mark on an empty page, let us confine our story to the archives and file it under what made us who we are, Let gravity have its way and believe that the realms of possibility are forever evolving to fit alongside our narrative. 

Tame the thoughts of the beast that spent a childhood haunting your dreams, because you did nothing more then live alongside the demons that would smile at the sun waiting for it to fall, and as darkness beckons you prayed for the safety of you own creations,

Bare the branding in the shape of the hands that were invisible to the eyes of those you held dear, as the marks would only ever sink into your skin and cause you to escape further into the realms of imagination and fantasy, a ragdoll to a wall only a mothers silence to break a fall, but I’ll always be more then the broken parts of your victim,

Create these worlds in which you play to find a way to get through each and everyday, building words upon words to create the gates to a place you knew you could force an escape, when the demons that infect your dreams wear the face of the man that raised you who do you turn to for your own protection?

So now I’ll build words upon words to create a bridge so that we all have a place we know is safe, my demons have never found this place and I’ll watchover all that seek refuge in a world away from the dreams and reality’s we need to escape, We are all more then just the role of victims.

My arm is full of the scars that serve as the memories of the times that reason made way for sabotage, my self inflicted fascination of funnelling the emotional into the physical, Loyal is the pain that straddles the line between broken and sane,

I watch all the fake smiles hiding the nonchalant cares of the world that pass me by before hearing the wind as it whispers back the words that fall from the lips of the enemies and the friends that can’t understand a life outside the perimeters of there own existence, 

I used to slowly caress the blade across my skin as it craved for the metallic taste that made way for that intoxicating red that was the signal that I needed to give me the go ahead to drain all of my pain away,  Is it weakness, to watch your own blood in the quietness of the razorblade?

You maintain your silent for a moment longer awaiting the pain to feel the void as  you seek that small bit of death that keeps you real somehow, Your arms slowly became the battlegrounds of war, paintings of solitude and scar tissue hang around you trying to cling to a surface, 

Replacing the emptiness of the stranger that walks in your shoes by letting yourself free with an incision to mark an exit, Your vessel has been lost to the numbness that has lost the ability to feel even the faintest sound of your heartbeat, so you entice yourself out with a crimson flag of subservience, awaiting permission that there will always be a tomorrow,

I learnt how to replace the razors with a pen, now I slowly caress this ink across the page, I’m lost in the intoxicating black of my words that talk back, is it weakeness to read back all the thoughts that you doubt?In the quiet contemplation of a page filled with the those feelings you’ve needed to let out. 

’Watching me carry my fears forever onwards towards a dystopian dream, You lay paralysed by your own indiscretion, the thoughts, the arguments and the misery rattle inside your mind, left alone in your subconscious, praying that someone, anyone hears them, 

But the only vocalisation that can be heard through this pessimistic silence is the angry pacing of a dejected lover and the metallic jangle of keys that once unlocked your every desire,

Hope is no longer just a word it’s a distant dream of the bygone days that a smile would be an actual smile, not the false puppeteers that convey your emotions to the outside world like everything is as clear and perfect as the ocean that carries you,

Except I’m the ocean, I’m the tides that keep coming back to try and carry you forever untill you reach the point you can walk again and then I’m just an obsolete creation designed to put you where you need to be before returning back to the sanctity of my own comforts before trying to reach out to you again knowing that you are no longer part of my coastline.

I’m the salt in the sea that it’s bitterness you can taste because im drowning myself makin sure you stay afloat, the surface is calm but the currents rip through my confidence without barely a ripple,

Just for once I wish you would peer under the surface and see me looking back at you, I wish you could find the words to express the gratitude of everything i did to keep you afloat on this journey rather then reach the shore and be disappointed that your feet got wet,

I just wish for once I didn’t have to be the sea, I didn’t have to carry you in my fears that gave you the buoyancy to survive without me, I just wish I could be so Brave

as to be the land you walked solidly upon.’

As you gaze upon my misanthropic words, and take a second to contemplate the mindset that took the noble and made them the enemy inside the world created to serve them, know that my words are not fatal, 

know that this isn’t how the story ends but is the part of the story that needs to be retold, to be re-written and held up as a template of how self sacrifice isn’t the gesture you would hope it would be if you don’t die on your own sword, 

Kindness is the silent killer in a kingdom looking for bloodshed, A champion having vanquished everyone in front of them inevitably turns on the kingdom that had provided the platform that offered them the riches, 

A symbiotic relationship lost in the corruption of selfishness of one and the willingness of another, the lessons learned of giving away all your power and then wondering how you lost your throne,

Just know that all kingdoms can rise and fall and I will ascend to a throne again, and these words staining the parchment of my very core will help guide me,

 I’m finally become the cartographer to my own happiness, never question how the map was drawn just know that once the ink is dry that to lose yourself again is a fools errand, you are the tailor that binds together the seams of your story. 

I am but a carcass picked clean from all these vultures, My bones signify the body I once possessed,

All my hopes rest on being grounded down so the grit and dust that remains can become free on the wind,

Throughout all this I wait watching the sky turn Orange with every sunrise and sunset,

My silhouette embraces the encounter with the arid harshness creating shade to comfort those creatures that flourish in the darkness around me,

but my purpose has become obsolete,

the time will come when freedom will become my virtue

but untill that day i wait and watch the world slowly pass me by…

Dismantle the libraries that once stored all the knowledge we’ve ascertained because it’s no longer viable, Witness the uprising of the changed, disconnect until the beaten paths have been replaced by the construction of a singular movement thatencompasses all the flawed moments we once tried to bury,

Join forces with the allies of the overlooked and the underappreciated and fight the disease that will continuously try to undermine our Planet, Resist burying your happiness to fill up the coffers under someone else’s paygrade, survival with a smile is greatly under played, 

Stand tall, take a knee, stumble or fall but never back away from the intentions that  can change a mentality, the few somehow always outnumber the many when we play with diversion to keep things the same, 

It’s not disrespectful to favour the brave,

 it’s not a sign of weakness to favour the change, 

it’s not our place to ignore other issues,

so care not for the disapproval of taking over the stage.