A Parasite at best.

I'm drawing near these shaded black gates.
Opening them, encountering a jaded path way.
The up top moon relieves my suspended vision.
The trail is provoking my calm minds simplistic division.
An answer being a quotient to a state of discontent.
Maintaining my mindset of being sentient.
Within this following I reach the base of a tomb.
A whistle of air teaches me I have been placed inside of a ghostly womb.
I study the stone noticing there is a script that has been written.
It's purpose is to assure it's readers of a hellish precision.
The wind blows harder I've become surrounded.
It appears the guardians have been summoned and sounded.
Watching from the trees as they are now grounded.
Despite my ensemble of fear, I am astounded.
Paralysis and emotional winter coat my body.
The ground has sank from supportive to dryly soggy.
The eyes gaze at me from the forest.
And my armor of courage is by far the poorest.
Racing amongst the leaves is emitted from the trees.
Chasing my soul's disease from what it fearfully sees.
Unlike most fiction I progress to my original basis.
Administering affliction from the sight of their faces.
Despite my terror I find myself feeling enthusiastic.
My confrontation has left the offense confused and spastic.
The crusade to my originality feels boundless.
Until I reach a different and the surroundings become soundless.
Attaining the entrance after an epic in momentum.
Pertaining a restriction in a zone system.
The time took removing the keys from my pocket enlarges.
Onward down the passage the opposition charges.

Konekt

We once all called this a passion, something we dedicated our lives to and now this little thing we called a passion has torn itself apart, as if we never knew one another. Young social conflicts the repitive saying of being spoiled, the key sources of what brought armageddon to what could've been held for generations. It all seemed like there was beyond enough to let these mishaps just pass by and no affections would take place. That ignorance has now brought once unity into complete diversity and sure that's said worldwide but this was something could've stayed united but these pathetic childish disputes, the idiocy of it all has now ruined everything...... never the same.

Abandonment.

Today I awoke with a list of names of once appeared to be lit up when I would previously glance at them for reassurance. As I look at this list now, I've noticed a lot of these lights have burned out and the ones that still appear working are barely burning. I'm tempted to rip this list and toss it behind me as I walk to separate myself from ever confronting a memory of any of those names. It's becoming an illusion, a predicted illusion, one of walking through the world as silent as if there isn't a choice at hand. I've yet to be thrown a reason to keep that folded, old and wrinkled piece of trash I place over my heart like any of the names on that list even want to be in such a position. Betrayal, abandonment, the sight of fading, these are the elements that exterminate the power and energy holding these lights which provide vision inside of my childish unguided mind. Now I roam in an abyss, I just continue on because I don't have the courage to break myself away from this state of feeling strung out so I toss this list and rumage through the world starving.....

Rewind <<

I never thought that within a blink of an eye that I would witness everything drop like a falling building. A what seemed like an endless streak of held achievements has become the ashes from an emotional fallout. It always seems to occur to the ones who have no idea, the ones who are completely lost. Unfair, unwanted, why always the ones who only need a simple point in direction? Now hit with a tendency to physically shut down an easily discovered solution these pestering letdowns. One more step is taken crisis by crisis to fall into the abyss of insanity. You then draw the conclusion, without desire there is no pain, without desire there is no depression, without desire there is no discontent, without desire there is no regret, so basic, so simple, so easily erased. Then realization's bitter chill rides the body like a bullet train. without desire there is no happiness, without desire there is no satisfaction, without desire there is nothing......