With my trembling fingers tracing across her jawline. A motionless mystery that seems so fine. People always bitch about the simplest things. They don't care about the gain or the suffering. They just like sympathy that it brings, and every little thing that screams freedom, when their phone rings. Wake up judged by twelve. Go to sleep carried by six. To my grave, free me from demons, liars, serpents, and thieves. While you're still in bed, I'm busy throwing bricks because I'm sick, and the cure is knowing my rage only brings deliverance. I always text my friend saying I will never love again. Mark my letters please write back, your good friend, Jonathan. but substance running through your veins, got me thinking it's a waste of time. Pain is reason and time is money, so I'm not wasting mine. Straight edge till I'm dead. Waited til I lost my head, in this ocean of pity, I'm coastin' till my hair gets wet. That's when I know that I got myself in a too deep. I've learned that everything burns in the end. In ashes they shall reap. Between the two abysses of infinity. Nothingness will bless my heart when I'm skipping rocks in street. A little bit of everything, and the proof is what I choose, Vanity is sanity? $100 bucks down son, you will lose. With my trembling fingers tracing across her jawline. A motionless mystery that seems so fine. People always bitch about the simplest things. They don't care about the gain or the suffering. They just like sympathy that it brings, and every little thing that screams freedom, when their phone rings.That's why I'm going blind. Blame it on my mindset. That's why I'm left behind. Can't see the signs yet. Father forgive me for I know not what I do. Just hang me from the noose that you wanna call proof. For your return, for which I'd burn, when will I learn to keep my faith and fight the struggle for what I yearn? You take me in, feed me and yet a shower is fine? For when I'm strangled, my shoes dangle over power lines. Dressed in black, we all stood together. Tightening my tie as I dry my eyes, hoping for the better. Like a flock, we flew against the weather. Like a dove he was, meaning has strayed away from his feathers. After 21 gunshots, I threw in roses that I chose. Blew my nose, "good run pops" Maybe, I'll see you one day again. Maybe not. I live a life full of sin. In a living spirit in a sorry skeleton of words, I'm searching within myself for the truth, even though I know in the end it'll hurt. I find boldness above my wants and needs, because I want to stand stronger throughout my doubts and my yearning for greed. With my trembling fingers tracing across her jawline. A motionless mystery that seems so fine. People always bitch about the simplest things. They don't care about the gain or the suffering.They just like sympathy that it brings, and every little thing that screams freedom, when their phone rings.

It's safe to say that the world is caving in, and I'm left with a flash light. The batteries are running dry, and I'm going blind with my poor eye sight. It'll be better if i don't fight. I'm sick of looking back with a weak spine, it'll be better if you don't take the time to relax. Don't waste time. My mind is running thin. My faith is sleeping everywhere. I'm flirting with sin because I'm getting scared. It'll be better if you don't come get your things. It'll be better if you didn't know everything. It'll be better if I knew that you cared. I swear I'd be better, but you were never there..and I'm left with no one, because my heart feels nothing. I only hope you feel everything.

We talk about dreams, and what they could mean. We talk about pain, and we talk about greed. We talk about love, life, and the awkwardness in silence. But you always say it's defiance. I'm on the outside looking in, But the in-crowd sucks, so key up the engine. Suspended, even though, I never even came. Detention disorder, I'm always sleeping through the rain. Crave up my desk, starve up my brain. Forget most of my books because I read people the same. Expect the confrontation when I need oxygen. You are air I breathe when I'm skipping blocks again. Foxy chicks with cocky men. Jocky attitudes and fucked up friends. You make amends to shake some hands and fake a trend, But with my blurry lens, I can see through you clearly. Steer me, the engine's on, I'm taking off fiercely. Seriously, clear erasable pens with retracable hints, of bakable mints of your insatiable scent. The truth with a twist all against what you resist. The infallible dispositions of fundamental tolerance. Torn by that which is bleak. Don't move, don't speak. Torn by that which is bleak. So lost, so weak. I'm hanging out, but with a noose though. You're all on my Jacques, but I ain't Cousteau. You seemed kinda tight in the mind, kinda loose though. fool's die when I come to mind with the fool's gold. The echo of insanity is here. Agony has given way, but no more lonely tears. Lost to another language that I can't speak. I'm stronger when the pain hits. It's laws of defeat. Torn by that which is bleak. Don't move, don't speak. Torn by that which is bleak. So lost, so weak..

It's war time in the middle of poor time. Low cash with more rhymes. Breaking my back with a sore spine. No shine. Living in such a dark world. Silhouette of a cold dream. Whispering what you wanna hear, but all you feel is cold heat. Beckoning what we don't speak. Candles burning so cold. The flame is so old, but the scent still follows me home. Meaning's hard to find, so I follow where the wind blows. Listen to the wind chimes, and asking where the time goes. The windows groan with an ancient low. Accident prone, complacent drones die alone. Always on the phone, calling to stitch the soul, to where the meaning has blown. They're roaming to the backbone, so you gotta stay strong. You gotta stay strong. Please try and stay awake. I've given up time, to rattle pain to it's knees. I've given up sleep, to sing this mental song of peace. We walk between the lines of the lost dreamscape. We purge in the belief that everything seems fake. No love to a fingertip that's always out of reach. I'm tossed to a gloom of strangers. I cannot weep. Stagnation is my kingdom, and the pain was my bride. Governed to be alone, when I was walking by the blind. They cannot control what they cannot see, but practice makes perfect, so it takes time to believe. It's nothing but hollow eyelids to lead the way, but these blind kids only support themselves these days. I choose my own path instead. I don't need the acceptance from outsiders, that don't care, one ounce, that I have bled. Please try and stay awake. I've given up time, to rattle pain to it's knees. I've given up sleep, to sing this mental song of peace.

Yearning for the shards to accidentally show me praise, as they crumble purposely to this perfect blade. Unreal is the grip of the lucid dream everyday. Deja vu haunts because I've seen myself die in a million ways. Virtue has withered but I can picture each and every kiss. Every second is a moment waiting to exist. Do I really owe my life to another debt? Should I even bitch about the pain when I know that I'm the threat? I need to turn my life around before I drown. I need to tighten up my act before I hit the ground. I need to tell myself that everything will soon be fine. No more clouds above my head, I'm not dead, I will learn to shine. Waiting day by day, just to dig a crater for my grave. There's a problem much greater, just waiting to be saved. Born alone, in a drifter's soul, with a drifter's sole, and the drifter says, "Oh, I'd rather walk alone" Can you feel it? It's like I'm walking backwards. It's like I'm blinded by the imperfections of a curse. It's like I'm always being pushed and tested. Home is where the heart is but I've been cardiac arrested. I know you want to be the one that tries to break me. Walk in my shoes, and try to tempt me. Second to none when I'm wrecking the sun, but I'm sick of the same old shit when I'm empty. I can't believe everything that you say. Living with another beat on the street, just to get away. My eyes have seen too much to carry on, but never enough to fully understand to how die strong. Perception is bleak when all the connections slowly fade. Hatred has added more weight to the cage. You were touched, looking back at the good times. Sweet sentimental longings lead us to the goal of our desires. We forget the anxiety, the distress, the fear, the paradox, the struggle, the tears. You'll be strong if you focus on what's ahead. What would you do? What would you do?Just to get away from this lucid dream. Just to get away from this grim lullaby. Just to live another day from the perfect blade, but enough is enough, I will learn to suffice.