A man comes undone

Fake:

The absence of substance

-The abyss-

I’m a Wasteland of

An American Tragedy

Run amiss

Societies questioning me

While I’m pleading the fifth

Grasping the truth in the mist

 

 

I ‘m running from life

Like it stabbed me in the lungs wit’ a knife

Gasping bloody breaths

As I fall through the depths of night

It hurts

 

I’m writing to find

That Section of time

Before my heart went blind,

And the life I lived was mine

 

hovering, unshepherded and visionless, on the brink of disaster

Dying, falling, wavering, nothing comes after

This

My self constricted wish

For a life of my own the world will miss

 

Bartering my karma for a drop of water

I’m selling my soul

But never quenching my thirst

Drinking buckets full of coal

Fuelin’ the flame

That’s burning me whole

Yet, my heart still shivers

Foreseeing its deaths

And death’s toll

Ring a bell?

 

Flying High

Burnt with a blind eye

Like a bat out of hell

I’ll be back

Before my mind thinks to say a farewell

 

Fare well to my past

Life, memories never to last

Shell shocked

Charred by the truth of ego’s blast

Chained away from society

An outcast

 

I was caught black handed

In black face

Gave em’ what was demanded

Just to save face

 

 

And then it hits me

Deep dark violent

Mind left numb

The world goes silent

As I see the reflection of the chaos I’ve become

Crazy

A man comes undone