Thursday, November 10, 2011

Let Me Out, It's Hell When You're Around

We were the hopeful.
Ever-delusional, with rose-coloured lenses
over blind eyes.

The honest truth?
One only self-admitted, jotted quickly in a hidden book;
Or within a constant thought that ran the mind crazy in lieu of sleep.

A happy ending will not dare show itself
to those who strive to convince themselves that they are already living it.

Reality may take our breath away with its many disappointments.
But existing in it is truly freeing;
only then do we know that this ending
will be a happier one.

We control it now.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

My World Is Unaffected, There Is An Exit Here

The only visible light appears at the end of my lit cigarette
Your personal beacon; my failing defense mechanism.
We stand alone in a cramped, dark space.

Eyebrow raised as realization hits -
Everything here is a gradual killer.
Addictions made to order; made to suffer.
Pain for pleasure, pleasure for pain.

With a light stomp of a booted foot, the cigarette is put out.
And in this dark, you cannot see the warning smirk.

You may be the next.

...but don't we all crave something lethal?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Lightning Strikes Maybe Once, Maybe Twice

Nomadic in your ways,
wandering in a constant flurry of motion and movement;
Yet never moving at all.

Changing without change.
History fated to repeat.
Cyclic; vicious as it's always been.

Re-write my new ending, dear.
No demise has ever been nor truly will be
as beautiful.