Snow.

It gathers in dust,
and scatters from the light,
sleek and glowing,
the intensity is a fright,
torn into bits,
lurking from side to side,
ravenous movements,
creeping as it glides,
shriveling amongst the darkened sky,
lying in the cold earth,
finding new impulsions,
doubting its worth,
blinding the enlightened,
eating the hunters who cause them harm,
the prey who feasts within,
a scar too short of an alarm,
weighted down from the heaviness,
encased within its chest,
the chasm is awakening,
the cavity of death,
immortal or inhuman,
its plight is yet foretold,
its seeks revenge for courage,
its last option is to fold,
collapsing under its own greatness,
the rising of its downfall,
what was worth the taking,
snow is what its called.

Don't Let It Get To You.

I spoke those words,
yet they withered,
as the night fell down to the floor,
ashes rise in the beauty of dread,
changing masks to destroy ourselves

alive, awake,
depends on how you take it,
to your grief, and yet I laid,
so still that i would've fooled,
anyone into thinking that I was dead,
just asleep in my emptiness,
sorrows start to tighten on my throat

just another breath that I'm taking,
am I worthy, or is it a waste?
my bones break under the weight,
of this apocalyptic doom,
shrouded in a state of fog,
too immense to cut through,
what will become of me?

glaring into space,
the radiance preaches silence,
all that I've made,
is crashing and burning,
yet another day,
will show its ugly head on me again,

all that I've worried for,
all that I've reconciled,
everything that got to me,
the searing of my pains,
the torment of those systems of destruction,
will still await my wretched fate.

For Real

Guilty, yet lifeless,
remarkable kindness,
wisdom of power, Triton of fury,
despite your own glory,
as you await to be gory,
a threat to your life,
from the edge of a knife,
through the scary and strife,
blinded by a light,
for a seeking revenge isn't your plight,
its significance holds much more to the sight,
of the outcome enrolled into your fate,
its a deadlocked in stone, an impassable state,
reminding of old memories, your nostalgia is weak,
recordings may vary, words too jumbled to speak,
but wait just one second, your mind will not leak,
though a crevace has arose, and the blood seems to spill,
this isn't the unworthy eternity of will,
so bandage this wound, and take your new skill,
and prevent yourself from causing more harm then you feel,
this is your last offer, just like a meal,
take this seriously now, because now it's for real.

Indeed.

Darkness is bindings,
a true love of kind things,
yet dispersed by the work,
nothing more than a quirk,
and I feel like a jerk...
But seeming to set my own weight
on the ground when I just lose control
and crash at the sound, of dependency;
keeping me in line from what I've yet to become...
It seems scary, yes very,
but ludicrous intentions won't parry this blow to the skull,
this feeling is dull,
because agony makes me feel worthless, that's all;
but I keep contemplating,
this ignorant statement of being conceited and too self-evading,
but I guess I was right,
I'm a fiasco for life and I cannot change me,
I'm a freak. Indeed.

My Apology

Let me take a moment to show,
how this grief that I've spread,
is burned to my soul, the
pointless jealousy, I so constantly
let devour myself, inside, out.
It burns and sears and severs the beat,
that my heart lays strong,
mending, impending, constantly long.
The complexity of my mind always wanders,
in perplexed speech,
encasing me in a puddle, a tank, water up ten feet;
over my head and filling my lungs,
since I never open my eyes, the feeling remains numb,
and i pray this is not what I've become;
for the fury of jealousy is robbing my soul,
taking my heart and swallowing me whole,
I've said it many times before, this time the most...
I'm sorry baby, I'll be the best I can be,
as long as you still have faith in me.

Don't Let The Rocks...

Tears settle,
amongst the cornea,
not to remain to stay,
but fragile in state;
wasted on nothing,
but a stupid mistake,
I took my own worries,
and spread them too far,
barricading my loved one,
and leaving a scar,
though this seems to stand,
as a whirlpool of dread,
please listen real closely,
at this new turn of head;
To worry about one,
who loves you so much,
will just be a burden,
just pointless and such,
but look up above you,
this journey your climbing,
don't let the rocks tumble,
and crash down into you,
like elliptical thunder,
don't stray from you magnificent wonder,
because the love you two possess is so pure and so whole,
you two share each others heart, body and soul,
and each of you play a significant role,
so continue on your journey,
just don't let the rocks crash down and bury you whole.