Quaero fractis animas
The state of mind

                  The          thought
                  Of             thinking
 About what you            once thought
   And what you             want to think
             Will wear you down in a blink 

               T u r n  t h e   c  lo  u d s  i  n t o  p o  l l u  t i o n 
                      Your worries without solution
                  And your wings will be your crucifix 

 The          thought
            Of             thinking
About what you            once thought
            And what you             want to think 
                                Will wear you down in a blink 

 Tear you apart in to         two broken promises
 Tear you apart in to         two ellipses unworthy
 Tear you apart in to         two p e r f e c t mistakes  

Matilda, Don’t climb the mountain, its filled with snakes

Don’t fight the storm, the lighting awakes your darkness                              

Two dreams and one nightmare will not make a reality 

Truce, I’m sorry

This is my pride
Old foe 
So don’t say I never tried
Cause I’m not just letting you go

Not like that.

I’m holding on to your every breath 
For mercy 
Inhale 
Exhale 
Leave me a trail 
Of your beauty
And forgive me

Take the ‘please’ I offer with love injected sprinkles
I’ve been quite bitter

You make a pretty great sunset

I keep comparing this all to a game, a battlefeild or whatever. But this isn’t some shit metaphor, this is real. And I need to start holding it, I need to start to feel. Feel the anchors on my legs and I realize I need it there to keep me balanced. See the universe sheltering from above and realize I need that there to keep me grounded. Enough loop holes, black holes and assholes. Stop entertaining yourself with gravity. Stop seeing how much you can carry and how much you can get away with, flying by. Blood still pours in the sky. You make a pretty sunset though. And most importantly, stop looking down on yourself. See that little girl with her head up her ass? Leave her alone and let her try her best. Don’t compare her to all the other ants around, she’s bigger than you think. She just needs to start seeing some of that herself and start doing things for herself. See she has a habit of comparing things to a game, a battlefield or whatever, cause to her its all a metaphor, and a pretty real one at that. 

The perks of a cynic

Maybe be transparency holds me together
An unyielding force of silenced verses 
Shielding me from pain and for what I have to gain
Its my own delusion of being so cynical
That heightens the pinnacle of my own success
Using my skin as the battle ground
And rain boots as my armor  
Bellicose does not fill me
It does not enter my heart
Reminding me I have to wait 
For “On your mark, ready, start” 
Before I go running without my head
And shooting people instead.  

The joker

Would it kill you to smile? 
Cause man, I get those days too.
But do you have to me on the trial?
Like an infantile
Like a Juvanile
Don’t you think I walk the same mile? 
As you
Cause I do
I get those days too. 

So while your rolling your eyes
Trying to find yourself inside.
Throw away the lies
It’s watching you die 
Look me in the eye
And sacrifice us 
Just one smile

The corrosion of the spine 
That carried the world
The dislocation of the heart
That still has a few heart beats left to unfold
Renders the gold 
To her new found addiction
Embracing the cold 
The quiet contradiction 

Im feeding my darkness again. I’m reaching out into my well and helping what I have buried to rise back to the surface. Because its too cold to listen to my conscience and her breathing of poison keeps me warm. Because I’m already fading into ashes and I want to burn completely. I want to burn completely.

tazzmarazz:

Benjamin Franklin

tazzmarazz:

Benjamin Franklin