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It would be unwise to decipher the ache in his heart.

So much so that he truly believes

If he were to dig down into the depths

To recall the origin of that wretched,

unwelcome, drowning sensation,

He would no longer have the strength

To climb out of that pitch black hole.

That he may be forced along Dante’s path

With no guide nor God to lead him safely.

For within those depths he will plunge, and

The path of the absurd waits hungrily at the crossroad.

Do I recite the name in hopes it will bring back that old sensation

When hope was in the air, and just that word could reincarnate

Every bit of splendor that we shared?


All that’s left is the smudge in hindsight

The blur that fights for recognition,

When I’d really prefer,

It stay no more, or no less, than a tiny, insignificant blur

It saddens me that in this day and age, the majority of my generation cares more for what we display on the outside, rather than focus on the souls we stow on the inside. Until this trend diminishes, I do not see myself finding true love, but rather ignorant love.

Another note: If only we realized how full of shit each and every one of us really is, this world would be a better place

Is there no end to the guilt that I feel?

Do I blame myself for another’s yield?

If light means life then I must concede;

the darkness has found me, as daylight recedes.

It smears carbon black over eyes pearl white.

Concealing the pleasure, enforcing the blight.

The agony is a bore, life becomes a chore;

when all that I can fathom

is the day it ran me ragged.

It’s enough to kill a man, unrequited love.

It’s enough to keep his Winters frigid

and his Summers smoldering.

He’ll rarely feel comfort anymore.

At times a glimmer crosses his eye

and normality kisses his forehead,

then skitters off down the lane,

laughing as the man’s futile stride

stumbles over a storm drain

Collapsing to his knees,

cursing what’s left

Of his mediocre life.

He sometimes finds it unbearable to rise from slumber

Knowing well the thoughts concealed at night

Wipe the sandman from their eyes to cumber

A man who asks if love for him will ever reignite

Waiting for the answer the man crawls out of bed

Succumbs as the bombardment of her memory

Ricochets relentlessly around his drooping head.

And the man waits, only to hear a Songbird’s melody.








(So, dear child

Tell me what it is

you so resent?)

You are just an infestation;

A ghoulish soul I must repent!

You reap what others sew

Your ploys, caddish distractions

To enforce a fatal blow!

(Oh haha, How foolish you are

To think I’d bare your skin

A festering scar.

I’ve saved your life you know?

Remember those nights

Out on your “Lonely Road”?

You would rev to the limit

Put your conscious on hold.

But it was I who hit the brakes

Before the bend swallowed you whole!)

You had no RIGHT!

It was MY destiny to unfold

Be it high-speed mutilation

Or bottled scripts on hold

It was mine to decide

Not your hand to fold!

(Be that as it may

You speak no sense today

You cry for love, though

One cannot love

Beyond a hallowed grave

I gave you new life,

Your soul I fucking saved!

Now you accuse me of scrutiny? 

That I have misbehaved?!)

I, I, I, I don’t know what to say