Your eyes go deep.
painting false pictures, and telling false rhymes.
lies will be your demise.
watch your words.
As a dead man's gaze upon the hourglass.
Head in hands, weeping.
Overwhelmed breaths of lethargic loss.
It's only a matter of pendulum swings.
Waiting.
Told what's never said.
and believing what's never heard.
may love and hope find you, where the arms of others cannot reach.
Treading feeble ground.
Seafoam green blankets, pushing and pulling against the cardboard coast.
Built love as a monument on the sands of the tide.
Pulled by currents, drowned in the depths.
That which fallen into, can just have you pass though, or cast you aside.
Like sheets of glass, left with pain and pieces.
Time spent isolating and fabricating.
A lie that will keep you safe.
Run turns to sprint.
Going back to your boxes.
Like perfectly cut coffins.
Now iron clad, and full of fools.
Culprits and colligates bore themselves and bind their wrists.
I, the least of these.
Wishing to split my bones and find the sin in the marrow.
Siphon the sickness from within.
Repetition breeds pale skin and empty veins.
Weary eyes lack vision.
Legs void of momentum.
I, the hollow soul.
No reflection or rhythm beneath cascading haze.
Fragility and identity are one and the same.
Angst be my bitter tongue.
Flourishing apathy from an anemic canvas.
An abyss of absence.
I, the lifeless.
Nothing to no one.

She will never know me.
My daughter of only 4 years.
Given away in hopes of staying alive.
To be seen in the present would surely send her to my grave.
I struggle to reach a thought she would understand.
No end could prove my tries.
Failure like cataracts leeched upon my eyes.
I couldn't see her if tried.
Looking beyond the blur.
A pulse from my chest is but the memo which states, "I have lost everything."
My own addictions play symphonies of discord and wretched lies.
This body, a whore.
Filled with the spit and desires of dead men.
Not a hair on my head or a hope inside.
In myself I see no gold, nor a lining of silver.
I share likeness of the dirt beneath my feet.
Abused and useless.
A means to an end with no regards.
Crushed and petrified, my eyes melt to milk glass.
Rain falls from these once blue windows.
Only recalling the smell of wasted potential and rusted dreams.
There is nothing clean in me.
And every moment becomes another to forget.
I infect and give disease.
Abandon emotion, worthless now.
Evict every tear that's left in its dwelling.
This is Hell and I breathe the fragrance of the damned.
Between every gasp for breath, a grotesque summary.
Leave me.
Ruin be my abode.
And when everything reminds you of what you had, lost, or wanted.
Walk away from yourself.
That once dreamt image of greatness.
A strong soul flickering.
Eradicate this slate within.
Bring me back to life again.
But words do not contrive salvation.
Fantasy be the death of a dreamer.
I will die alone.
A nobody.
Unknown.