The minds eye

Words of thought,
in times of distraught.
Veil of Perception,
words of deception.
Smiles of corruption,
arms around you, with no destruction.

tightly clenched,
around a waist so cinched.
Does your breath escape you ?
about an envisioned view ?

I close my eyes,
all but one eye denies.
my souls strife,
of an unscarred life.

This third eye,
the one that cannot cry.
Observes those around,
after the tears have fallen, from a face thats afrowned.

A life you've forged.
after blood from my veins have gorged.
Hidden from the smiles,
nothing from, my denials

A scale I have become.
With no balance here or from.
chains broken, wrapped to tightly.
lust has wrapped me, ever so slightly.

sacrifice is for fools right...
the ones with the chains so tight.
then why do i feel pleasure......
when my chains are just right.

Order Inept,
Chaos Adept.

Throughout my life... Sullen Desires have crept.

I beg for a time.. where perfect arms are wrapped.

Goodnight.

Sullen admiration, and fucking alienation

Feeling again, like so many times before.
looking at the empty wounds where blood ribbons to the floor.
Carving pieces of a puzzle from massochists desire,
hoping for another scar to admire.
'I am the fuel, I am the fire.'
Victim to a heart unhealed, leaving nothing but
the worst of feelings sealed.

Look at this illusion, this phantasm of a reality.
looks intriguing doesnt it.
However the blood is the same.
the bone breaks as before.

Cantrips of my personalty now, I try so hard.
to perpetuate this state of emotion,
but i am jealous you know. Of your wounds.
They arent as empty as mine.
I would offer to trade,
but the hollowness is where it belongs.

Do you know why the gentleman must enter a room,
after the lady, in places familiar.

Do you know why the gentleman must enter a room,
before the lady, in places unfamiliar.

Do you know why I walk on your left. and keep you on the right.
Why should the pole not be split, why should the salt stand upright.

Everything I care for, everything I place my life into. Everything I give my blood.
Will only cause me decay.

Such a sullen reckoning a bring upon myself, yet i still wake. Every morning.
Excited to do it again.

I am losing passion. For things I once cared for.
I am starting to realize, that no matter my wants,
no matter my attempts.

In the end, there is no damn KY, and its me, the catcher and the Rye.
Please god let it be cliff notes.
nope. Its the unedited version.

There was a day, when i thought my efforts and passion would change,
not the world. but my world.

I am wrong..
I was wrong..
What is passion in a fucking world of normality.
drown the difference.
suffication.

I bore of this.
I bore of it all.
Fuck the world.
Fuck em all.

I hate your judgements....
I hate this world.
I hate america,
I hate you.
I hate myself.
I hate I.

Yea. maybe later