Wilted

Over the horizon,
I see the life I hope to come alive in,
if it truly gets darkest before dawn,
what transformation will I have undergone?
Plucking a flower to admire its beauty,
it stuns then dies as its destined duty,
leave it where it may and it’ll live until gray,
selfish to assume that with you it must stay.
The latter occurred that led you withered from view,
sobbing as you left my front door,
you said with tears – I thought you ignored,
I loved you, too

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Dial Tone

Listen on the rain,
last words you said to me,
this before you led me to decay.
Tears stream down my face,
you hung up – leaving me in disgrace,
daunting final words dwell in deafening ears,
your voice left me swallowed in all my fears.
Broken pieces of my heart,
left in shambles without my counterpart,
she was the one keeping me together,
now without her I’ve lost – my reason – my treasure

Closing

My body is numb with thoughts of you,
look upon your face and all I feel is shame,
an emptiness gather at the centre of my universe,
time begins to slow as I linger in my ironic hearse.
I gaze into the mirror,
the reflection not getting any clearer,
a stranger to my cause,
traitor to the one life revolved.
Losing the mission,
failing because of my decision,
betrayal of my own creation,
and to that, I proceed with my last dissertation

Revolver

Time froze,
senses dulled as it began to erode,
deeper into the void I tumbled,
falling into a mind that was far more troubled.
Moments of abyss,
strengthen what previously did not exist,
lucidity kept what was left unsaid,
but now turn my words into solid lead.
Shards of this malevolence,
came with regretful consequence,
succumbing to pride,
forcing me to lose the one I called my bride

A Night Almost Lost

Watching the world stand still as my body twists and deforms,
the heart of hell is what I seemed to have absorbed.
Shuttering and convulsing, my mind reaps with no end,
waiting for a savior to finally descend.
But as I lay here in the muck of my own existence,
I reached a thought that is much too consistent.
I am the abnormal,
in this new world order,
and if I am to survive to remain alive,
I must keep moving and soldier,
because if not I am doomed to a life of pure loiter.

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Tomb-locked

Wrapped in a tomb of your own emotion,
scratching to get out but you lack the devotion,
while all those around wonder what's all the commotion.

Yearning for freedom down to your very bones,
why then can't you let go of all that has left you empty 
down to your very soul?

This tomb has become the ultimate desire,
to live in a dark world where you are nothing 
but a liar.

You can lie to yourself and the ones you love
and the only truth is what you deny you've become.

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