All written by myself in a rather dark period ...
Hit me up whatya think



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Wandering at night
Walking through the street , the stones piled with my own dirt , my memories
With thoughts as dark as the shadows around me
As smoke fills my lungs
And artificial confidence clouds my mind
My old friend, we meet again …

Standing next to the tree
Nearly all the flowers are gone
A few dead on the ground
As I stare ,I see a beautiful and fair picture
Burnt on the skin of my eye
So close, yet so far …
When I reach out ,I can’t touch it
It’s too far and not truly mine

Don’t ask why but rather what , WHAT !
**** this mess ,this pile

I carry this weight, my burden
Big as a feather , heavy like a cross
A black trail , drawn over the blank page that is me
Erased, faded and once was
But a shade , but a shade

Lay my hands across my chest
Crown me like a false king and bury me at sea.
Let the tides wash away this past
The waves break through the walls of this empty mind
Swallow it whole
Dragging to the undying darkness beneath

I cannot forget the things I have seen
The things I have done
Unbearable , haunting my every step
Please bury me !!!