Head full of poems.
Heart made of stone.
Lost in the shadows,
I travel alone.
Hanged at the gallows,
No search for a home.
I feel more alive
When I'm breaking my bones.
Prone to thinking there's no room to grow.
I grow entangled with seeds that I've sewn.
So, I swallow all my pride and wallow
In the misery; free, then denial follows.
I'm alive but I really don't know what that means.
I'm a prisoner to every thought my conscience screams.
I'd break the chains if they didn't feel so comforting.
I'd die today if I wasn't such a coward.
See
Me floating away into space.
Flee
I'm running away in disgrace.
Plea
Unworthy, I cover my face.
Free
The memory, suffer the chase.
Wait.
I'm a picture of a life in denial.
I try to justify my actions as a means of survival,
But if I'm being honest I am just an empty arrival,
So my elegy reads: He did nothing worth while.
Smile.
It's a lie like a line from the bible.
I try to fall in line.
Fine.
But I'm caught in spiral, spiral.
A lost cause, every once in a while, while.
Failure is an option if you're floating in the wind.
Breathe out.
The indica leaf leaves no trace of doubt.
So I follow all my dreams to the ground.
I'm feeling hollow in this miserable town.
I'm Brando in Apocalypse Now.
A heart that's full of darkness and it wants to get out.
I made this bed, and it's time to lay down.
I fell in love with the silence, but I get lost in the sound.
I'm confident my common sense
contradicts and conflicts with my competence.
The consequences for the condescension are a constant;
I've been in a coma since.
Accommodating but it isn't worth the effort,
When my broke adolescence is the essence of my failures.
So I stare into the galaxy and ponder what I'm made of.
My conclusion is I'm nothing; insignificant mechanics.

Be still, My heart,
Everything we love will come back some day.
Please, be still, My heart,
And accept these lies as we fade away.
Let us fall asleep and dream, safe and sound,
With our memories free and our thoughts profound.
Please, Be still, My heart,
And let us drown.