The End

Thoughts consume this endless gloom...
Words display my very dismay...
I chant a mantra filled with anguish...
Who am I in this very day?
Your words have shaped me...
Your anger has draped me...
A veil of metal...
I've gained my armor and lost my honor...
No strength left for this fight...
I've succumbed my might...
This is as endless as the night...
Like a play...
Curtains drawn...
I take a bow, turn on my heel...
This is the End.

Will We Ever

Honesty is what we crave...

Denial is what we brave...
Complacency is what we survive.

Deprivation

Your words plunge to my core

Strangling me of my very breathe
Robbing all glimmer of hope
Of desire, yet I admire
The way you throw those words around
Like your words are what grounds you
Making you whole
While I feel like a fool
For believing those words
That once whispered me into a lull
Of sweet today's and sweeter tomorrows
That was nothing but borrowed chimes and wasted time
All that was is in the wake.

All Things Greyed With Silence

I sense you, but I cannot see you;
I hear you, but I cannot feel you.
Our bodies dwell in a room at once,
While our hearts lie miles apart.
As we relish in the simplicity of existence,
We are stunned by the familiarity of this moment.
Silence bursts in violent waves of necessity;
Roaring is the reality of all things memorable.
Obscurity is positioned when misplaced in the moment;
Fate is blinded by our heart.
Without knowing,
We are consciously discovering our severance.

Criticism: Our Worst Enemy

A reflection is the point at which reality intersects disparity...
A moment to realize actions versus perception...
A chance to conceptualize progress over demise...
A burden to fantasize what is instead of what should.

Shadows Bestowed

I'm angry

For the doubt that you've caused
For the questions you've bred
For the emotions you've unleashed
I'm somber
Because now I see you differently
Because now I hear you differently
Because now I feel you differently
Feelings of betrayal have my soul in contempt
Until that fateful day
No wrong could ever tempt your name
Questions flowing zealously through my veins
At moments of weakness I take the blame
For being grounded in the past
Unable to look ahead to treasures untold
Instead I find myself dwelling in all there is to dwell
Passion that once thrived
Now dies with every moment spent in purgatory
Internally I beg for these feelings to disperse
So that love, yes, love may cast her shadow here again.

A Voyage of Its Kind...

Beating ceases in the wake of the storm...
Your arrival with lies...
All those I despise...
Your words are feckless...
Pulling me further from the direction...
My heart was approaching...
The flourishing sea...
All that was me...
All that is me...
Has left me...
You found your comfort in the time of another...
Blank is my mind at the thought of you...
Numb is my heart at the touch of you...
I'm lost when I'm around you...
When I used to be found...
No words to soothe my soul...
No time to mend the wounds...
My sun looms in the basking of dark clouds...
Your distortion of that night...
Fills me with dismay...
Leaving me with questions reminiscent of "should I stay?"...
Pondering the gravitational pull of this memory...
Leaves me weary of the future...
Making plans is at a stand...
My hands are tied behind my back...
As I slowly fall flat...
Too misguided to see clearly...
Familiarity is a clutch of the past...
Aloofness is my aid in this time of disarray...
The sanctity of this relationship has set sail...
A maiden voyage ill-fated in apprehension.