#conform

Every subtle breath

and every subtle step

The end of my beginning

is trivial

A shot in the dark:

I’ve missed my mark

But it gets better

I’ve learned from my mistakes

But

I

Don’t

Have

Filled with willful hate

And mighty malice

My cup runneth over

I pour from the chalice

Dreams of greatness

Marred by doubt

As I lay

Staring at the sky

And watching the black blot out

I am not myself

I am someone else

I could cast aside the doubt

I could leave today

It’s hard to see

It’s hard to even breathe

The asphalt fills my lungs

And I am overcome

It’s a cold life

With eternal strife

Inside my head

But

Dare I trust the shadow face

who tries to pull me far from grace?

Dare I stop my heart from beating,

while ending up completing

the will of the foe that I’ve been defeating?

Scramble around and cast them down,

the fears I hold, I shut them down,

and then I drown and gasp for air.

But that is neither here

nor there.

And then I stand and shout aloud:

“Who will fall, except the proud?”

A glimpse of hope and destiny

A slave to the lie

As the world passes by

A lone body

filled with a quiver of arrows

Dead in the barrows

A still heart

Halved, then torn apart

An avid mind

Separate

From

Time

The fury The fury caused by you Is enough to push me over the edge Enough to make me draw the blade Or tighten the rope One last time

Provocation Or is it just temptation

I don't think you'd understand

So I'm not asking you to hold my hand

For one last dance

And I still hold to what I said

In a world alone

I'm better off dead

So you shout out loud

And you cry and scream

That nothing in the world is what it seems

No hopes

Just bitter dreams

My mind's disease

Is catching up and honing in

On me

Ricochet the thoughts around

With nowhere to stand but solid ground

That is actually an ocean

An ocean of despair

And oversight and under care

And at this ocean floor

An open door

Leads away to yonder truth

That I am

I have a confession to make I have an obsession of late

It swells my void and courses my veins And makes my completeness incomplete

I will repeat I have an obsession of late And it may be more than I can take

A shotgun to the head Is a mindless mistake

But

-God willing-