untethered and unwound

Untethered and unwound . Persistently plagued by the profound unbound. Mindless horde of entangled life. In an instant brought back seemingly cold, and breathless. Though so many souls still sightless, and lay restless. So keen is the heart to plague men of thought. Through this undying consequence Ive learned no such thing of the completely hopeless. So simple to be taught, but twisted just the same. Now I see no cause in your pathetic attempt to reign.

loss

I see your vacant eyes. Turning to glass, becoming only half,
because your lover has left.
You calmingly knew what this love would do to you.
It sped up the gap of your disconnect.
With your broken heart that won't give you time to reflect.
The corners of the world that understand your hurt.
Wouldn't lie to you. This might even get worse,
but trust in yourself this truly might help.
See you're beautiful, and like no one else.
By using your sight to reattach your mind to the sweetest heart that has fallen apart.
I'll tell you this. You'll find your bliss, from no one else, other then the love you carry for yourself.

oh to love

Oh to love undying, I've seen you, but we've never met. Like a murderous man longing to satisfy I've seen red. Through contentment I am too love. Though I have not said I am worthy. No dignity is seen threw vanity. If I was timeless then maybe I'd grasp this truly. within my state of stretch out sanity I adore this prospect of humanity. Though it may not be mine to keep, like
the vulture in the deep I stay hungry and oh to love undying I keep.

work with my hands

The duty of a man
called upon by the masses
to work with his hands.

Are hands all I have the man should think,
or would one rather take the time to know me.

Work with my hands I will.
You all stand in disbelief to my skill.

With my hands in place year after year
This scheme in life became too clear.

Day upon day the work and labor came,
and day by day the slow perpetual decay.

Work with my hands I have, old and cripple.
All I can do is laugh. In all the skill I've shown
How can and none of it feel as my own.

Death shall be upon me soon.
I have only one more thing to share with you.

Work with my hands I have
Though the masses are eager
In there ways to gather cash.
The only thing that should have lasted
was not the skill or the thing
but the mind and heart I left behind and ultimately betrayed

death and a murderer

A door swung open wildly. "what is this I see in front of me"?
What terror in me sprung up so quickly. "I've seen you before", muddered
me, quietly shaking, and fretting to such unnerving disbelief for the upcoming unforeseen.
"but you're not welcome here. Who are you too causes such fear? In my dreams, and on the streets I've seen you. Following and looking on to me as If you're hungry like a vulture with no means to satisfy his decree.
" you know you stand Alone! To forever walk in the darkness. To never hear the call of forgiveness, or see the betterment of man to spare his time. Will you say nothing? Forcing me to dine on the madness I've snared into the hearts of so many." With this presence my mind strayed to a place of resentment for the souls I've taken. It wandered, became hopeless, like lonely in a dessert hoping to be nourished, and not deprived.
" yes I've taken lives, and at times I've seen them as a sacrifice to grasp the excitement of life, of a life grown painfully in madness longing to be revived. Now I have been scarred by these. I thought I was timeless. Immortal to capture, and in resprite to the dangers I would face. Never too soon after i would feel cause to further my own judgment." Am I now to be judged ", said I, to such a figure that if not for it's stabbing presence would otherwise seem lifeless.
" should my judgment be as harsh as what I've dealt to humanity? If so then take me now. Make the pain and suffering its own calamity upon me. You came here wildly, unannounced, and hungry for what will soon be my eternal everlasting catastrophe. To see now that im the one that is truly alone, and has failed to see humanities worth I now welcome this. Bring on that cold, and that fire for im only one thing, a monster!"

a minds betrayer

Filling my heart with stars, and my eyes with satire, to better understand love. What's the onset of such irrational desire? Like stars I am suspended. With satire I play the cynic. Furthermore I wish to learn to adore the idea of such a miraculous love dependents. time has riddled me love less to another's heartbeat, and it's vacancy obscure to its catatonic magic. I've dealt down my cards of four hearts lost. Now to see only a madman's mystery to it. Forgotten, lost, and eclipsed from it, and bearing no velocity towards it. The broken me, and the mask behind it will never ever last. So to the madman loves grasp is distant. A minds betrayer and cage that has become my fraudulent love deliverance.

tightrope

On the tightrope.
My arms out to balance.
Now I bow to the vultures circle.
Waiting for the lives they know shadow death,
but quicken to the ones that are so callous.

On the tightrope.
I think I can see, but
blinding is the shadow to my own disbelief.
The circle closing in as the sound of wings
becomes more clear. I was never so callous
to justify being devoured like I never even existed here!

On the tightrope.
One step I took, and
a force that could move the world fell
against my soul. Within one breath I knew
in the plummet, during the fall, a moment of
reflection of the life I'd lived.
The life I wish I'd lived.

Then I knew the callous was me,
and before I hit I was no longer in disbelief.
The vultures wait with spite and grief.

Back on the tightrope.
My arms out to balance.
Now I bow to the vultures circle.