Sunday, May 12, 2013


Its like a rose
This beautiful thing
Its appropriate for different kind of reasons
But its end never has a reason
Its pleasant when left to take its natural course
For touching it could change the admires tone
It has the power to bring hope to a concrete world
But denied the waters of life
Its beauty fades like the day into the night
Its like a rose this beautiful thing i found
I've witnessed it melt the hearts of stone
When it is natural it can bring healing to a war zone
Its like a rose it brings tears of sorrow and of joy
I've seen it at funerals where it is most sincere
For it visits often
It's like a rose this beautiful thing
Its beauty comes with thorns
Yet the rich and poor seek its protective wings
Its like a rose this beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing it is indeed


I haven't flashed a smile in a long while,
Like an unexpected pregnancy i need a way out,
Impregnated to insanity by a semen rich with suicidal fantasies,
I'm pacing in the room, fighting mirrors  for i can't face my realities,

Shadows of my past bring daymares so i constantly fist fight against the wall,
Stupor on yesterdays sorrows numbed to today's pain,
Am i a dead man walking? Am i just plain psychotic?
Feels like I am in a war and the battle has become apocalyptic

I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
I wounder whats worse living after you die or dying while you're still living?
My mind is a delirium though realty's walls are closing in like a cyclone,
Open the suicidal doors its my life my demise shall be my song,

Perhaps i will matter as i lay in that casket,
Eulogies and tears the epitaph of my existence,
Hope beyond the grave as they lay these cemented stones,
In peace after tempest storms shall rest these restless bones,

So i relocate to the cemetery in the heart of the night,
Angels and demons at war for a demented seeking soul,
Shackles of uncertainty bind me eternally to a long known fate,
These thoughts,these empty harrowing thoughts, a naked minds bait