Over 16,529,635 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
Silent tears fall.
Solace, weeping, cry.
Creeping death in feelings.
No answers for a why.
Sitting expressionless in a chair.
Drops of sadness, deep despair.
Tears are falling to the floor, escaping from a mental war.
Glassy eyes will cloud again.
Deaths impressions, deep within.
No longer living a life so dim.
Running from this pain of sin.
Our brief encounter will be missed. I will fail, even before an attempted pass. My reality is gone. I am sorry I have failed you. I am leaving now. I will get back to you once I can feel myself again. I am simply saying good-bye to myself. All the feelings available. Now feeling them all at once. Even through evolution. I was not equipped to handle this task.
I feel the warmth upon me. It surrounds, and embraces me. I will someday let go and fall into your arms. I will soon be held by the only one that truly loves me. The only one that will not lie, judge or condemn me. You will make time and wait a lifetime for me. I am timid to let you touch me. But I know you will accept me like no other. And so I shall learn to love thee. Death, I know that when it is time, you will set me free.
Pain, tears, restriction.
Rush from my addictions.
Confusion, torture, illusion.
Sun, moon, a lights protrusion.
Numb, tender, a flow.
Clouds breaking, the skies a glow.
Old, shattered, and empty.
The broken ends you've sent me.
Remember the smile that knew me.
A lost sense of beauty.
Woman made of leaves.
Rust colored hair with tips frosted of orange and red.
Her light, even in darkness, always being shed.
Skin tones of changing seasons, creeping into view.
Purity filled limbs reaching out for you.
She wanders through a forest, a spirit alone and scared,
searching for the one, in which she knows will care.
Tears of morning dew at times, falling from her saddened eyes.
With dreams of finding her in time, before she withers away and dies.
I find her a little everyday, as I slowly make my way, into a place that
she calls home, reaching to touch me with her soul.
With a brush of her leaves against my skin, a feeling of ecstasy
trapped within. Unleashed by her beauty, soft touch and
with grace, felt only with the purity of her deepest embrace.
Feelings of destiny, point toward chaotic skies. Violent storms consume you. The winds push at your back and leave you with no control. You embrace the torture. The emptiness inside, now filled with a lust for fear. And a desire to touch the face of death.
I have wandered down misguided paths just to see them end in both directions. I ran through an open field destitute of visual restraints. I could not reach the place I wanted. What I found was an equation of life that holds emptiness and sorrow. Confusion in mind and a struggle to know what you can’t. Inside a prison we call freedom, is an illusion that is embraced as truth or realized as a fallacy. You can love the restraints you’re in, or you can escape simply to find no answers.
I'm unsure of my own existence. I pinch myself and all I feel is a dream that I cannot wake from. I do not exist to live, I live to exist. Always moving inside one consistent idea. I have things, but I have nothing at all. Looking inside me, I'm looking out at you. Free in a trapped world. Dying to live. Building towards, a ruined understanding. I run with no destination.
I now sit here slipped into a morose state. The sun will start to rise in an hour. There is nothing of worth to show, for my previous days existence.
You have fallen into the endless void. The pains of your uncontrollable emotions take over. You scream at God, and you curse endlessly at those in front of you. But you hear nothing in return. You simply add to an outcome already foretold. Easily seen, but looked straight through. You are invisible to the world.
