The Toiled Tigress

through journeying deep inside of the heart.

Creating a life that sustains.

Music playing in the back ground, Enticing as it may sound, Influential it is not. I Gotta one track mind, Solely designed To never, ever, ever, ever stop. Emotions take a toll, When they're in control, And that basic, basic shits on top. Start to audit yourself, You think you need help, When really you should have forgot. The hurt, the pain, the inequity, The feeling of insanity, The cloak of a smile to not get caught. Rainbows and happiness, Used for distracting us, From your cynical, nasty thought. Suspicious of my motives, Thought I could control this, Urge to just force drop. If giving up is lack of dignity, You walking out means dead to me, Silence lies where we would have fought. To become ones friend, Again and again, Forgiveness is what I've been taught.

The source of life, is in our hands.

There comes a point in life, Where the constants must change. Where different routes are taken, And friendships become deranged. Simplicity at its finest would be to care for only one; Me, myself and I- But the story has only just begun. Enlightened by other souls, Intertwined with one another; Family, friend or foe, Which could all be called a "brother" To be understood is a craving, That I, myself must seek, However when I do, allow another a peek, Of deep inside my soul, where to some I may seem weak, Vulnerability becomes malignant, And I begin to weap. A sword and shield are necessary, For a journey may come to be a scrimmage, Where words are used as weapons, Victims left; a carnage. Life is all but sweet, Sticks and stones used for breaking bones, But Passion is a treat. To love ones life, along side yours, And to never let it deplete, Or even just companionship, Where friendship is your fleet. Come one, come all, please join me, Back to insanity, Where we all become DISCREET.

Like the sound of a slithering snake, The truth has been released as that of venom in attempt to ease the pain. With what sense does that make, when he, the snake, had bitten deep down in your vein? To try and make sense of the attack itself, or the utter cry for forgiveness, when he, himself, the snake, is merely just insane. As he circles around the once before attempted lies, he, the snake, realizes there is no ease to the pain.

The sound of the wild heart beat held reverse the eyes.