#rhymecrime

Because what have you to lose?

You have given up the fight

Been bought, sold your soul

You have your reasons, right?

You squirm behind your glass

A lowly moth pinned by the light

Last call has come and gone

The color of a tropical ocean

Your face softened as you said,

“With a smile like that,

You can change the world.”

I thought the same thing.

Your smile ruled my world

And changed it forever.

I would give up all my money

Be it coin, paper or bitcoin

Just to see that damned smile.

If only you knew

How much I love you.

Please get better, my junkie friend

Too often I’m torn

between my head

and my heart.

Ever since we were born

we were fed

fallacies, so tart.

Truth always adjourned

until we’re dead.

Reality faked from the start.

We’re forever scorned;

controlled with bread

and consumer marts.

Ruin taking form

as they ravage our beds

destroying all forms of art.

Peace is mourned

as we’re shot in the head

falling forever apart.

Cotton candies in the sky The cold breeze is singing me your lullaby But I still can’t sleep, I bite my nails ‘til it’s tinged with pink full of wonders and why Why every morning the stars have to die? I miss you But all I could ever do is sigh So I sigh and sigh

the end of longing is drawing nigh…

You drink pain from the bottle. The shower-head cries, and I sink into the half-hearted water while sinking into the wine-stained corners of your lips, and I wonder if falling out of love is not remembering the way your pale, wet, eyes would pronounce my name, not remembering the way the water rings of your bedside table would yawn for help. Sunken blister packs with your name stuck in the cardboard package bleed through heavy nights, the ink sifting into the floorboards gasping for air. In the wrinkles of the wood, I tried to paint the bullets of the human heart, but that candlelit smirk cannot be trapped in acrylic. You are an opaque sensation, a splintered heart.

after the moonlit sky, comes the break of dawn the exasperated flower lets out a sigh if anyone, anything was present to condone

the horrible things that came and will come to pass but like the withering flower that it is, it neglects the dirt and all the dust for the sunlight has come, which it has thoroughly missed

2017 has come and gone, riddled with this emptiness that I just can’t shake, I’m filled with so much uncertainty as the new year dawns, swimming for years in this sea of self doubt, if I’m to make it through this bout, I’ve got to keep my head up, keep my self from drowning, but I can barley talk, sick of treading water, I think I’m gonna walk, rise so high that maybe I’ll fly, 2018 is the year that I try, to rid my self of the emptiness inside.