Lethal Injection

These are your last words on death row, what are they going to think about you now?

Not that it makes a difference to you; you're already six feet under.

Your memory is left behind, and those words are what you set yourself on.

A guillotine of self destruction, or a pedestal of redemption.

Fall off, rise up; you're still stuck in the ground.

Warzone

Confliction and forbidden thoughts
They cross paths and like missiles turn to eachother
All intentions in destroying the other
But instead they freeze and fall
Freefall
Into the blue of open, unconscious eyes
Where they blink and are suddenly aware

Old Blog, Cropped.

There's light and dark. But if you're living in the light all of the time, you can't stand the dark. You can't understand it. And sometimes, it's clearer than the light. In the dark there's truth, because you can't see. You have to believe to see. When you're in the light, you see to believe. You're surrounded by facades and fakes, and at times, there's a lack of knowing if there's truth or deceit. Darkness opens up a knew portal to perception. Truth. And in this way, my perspective has changed. I lived in the light, not daring to stray, and because of that I didn't feel comfortable being me. I felt lonely. And now I've discovered this 'dark' place. But for being dark, it should be an oxymoron. Because yes, it can be sad; it can be scary. But that's life. It's no hiding, and showing your face as who YOU are. Not who you want to be, or who you pretend to be. With knowledge comes sorrow, but also the choice to find more than the sorrow.

Shooomp

Hi, I'm the real world and I just snatched away all of your happiness.

Arrogance

Keeping in mind that you're this much better, let me climb to where you are and take in the weather,

cause where I am is desolate and dry, and where you are there's much

clearer sky,

I have faults and cracks where I reside, and up in your view there's many a

tide,

I can't spy a star, can't see a thing, and high on your perch my world is just a ring,

you could step on me with ease, could blast me to my knees,

a higher power you stand, with I grasped in your crushing hand,

I'll strike a deal that you'll consider but repeal,

and your power will destroy me, but in the end, also destroy thee.

Further We'll Spread Apart

Slowly, as you get closer together, I'll slowly wish we were never apart,

and softly as you whisper to her, I'll softly answer what I'm not supposed to,

and love is what you'll give to her, and I'll love you when I shouldn't,

and even though you say it won't, I don't think I will concur,

for time's a clock hand spinning round a roughly designed measurement

gauging what's gone and distanced,

and all the times that you were wrong.

Refined

In the eyes of a blind man, everything is the same.

In the ears of a deaf man, everything is silent.

In the mouth of a mute man, everything is spoken to him and nothing expressed back.

In the senses of a man with full use of senses, the world is a different place.

He can see difference, hear argument, speak his opinion easily. He can more easily judge.

Losing a sense could really help some people.