Crows feet. Lamb or sheep, balanced upon a crows beak. Earth’s resistance looking bleak. The ground will barely tell the difference. A serious game, don’t you miss this. 360 degree eyes, I’m equipped with. Literally see it coming, in the next second, my head, a bullet will split it. Just enough time to think about regretting. Passed, more like carved through. A hole can be apart of you too. Made it’s own way, the surrounding need not move. Blood flew loose. Died standing upright. Who would’ve knew.
Hate it had to be this way. Dealt with it readily. The pressure always a second away from getting to me. Not for nothing, I run because the residual pain still shoots through me. Looked in the mirror like, who me ? Hard to know when my smile makes crooked, of straight teeth. Happiness thief, I love the new me. Finely tune instrument. So what’s the cause of this pilgrimage to edit the sound. Death’s per-requite. The softest utterance, can be the loudest pound. pain comes in a notes. Usually seen even before the first.
Found is a term used only be the other. This was placed here. Be it destiny or the doing of another. Nothing is by accident. Coincidence turn, turning point. Imagine a child born from the air itself. Unaware of a single care, this child’s only obligation is to itself. No two events happen quite like the other, in that sense being your own mother, whom do you blame, who do you look up to when enduring isn’t a cure. When your life is something you don’t want to live anymore.
One line separated. Broken into two. Intersected perpendicular down the middle. Now, I’ve crossed you. Unable to play “disabled”, switching channels, call it cable. Hard to believe the old days are through. Once again may I dream about you. A me who was clueless and never knew. The struggle of hardships and the senseless pain, the will to live must endure through. I feel my blood thicken, reaction to anger quicken. Never feel that powerless again. A peace of mind, holding onto pain, will cost you.
Frantically played unaware.
Unclear how unfairly I sought Justification. I knew It was wrong but, I would find a reason to do my dirt before long. Falsehood idealization. Lies repeated verbatim. I’m a good person, people made me do it. Honestly I had a lot of patience. Prerequisite to greatness. Standing in front the mirror only to look past myself. Flagrant, shameless. War against the truth waged.
Blinded by flames, set everything ablaze. Buy enough time to get truth seekers off my trail. Leave enough evidence to raise my bail. Natural life sentence on jail. Held secrets in a bucket pale. Water pure enough to cure any ail. Funny how we keep the facts at arms reach. Faker than dandruff posing as a snowflake. Purposely pour out the water when confronted. Greedily collected when successfully deflected. Hatred weaponized, turn poisonous disrespect.
” Look what you made me do.”
” I already knew. ”
Religiously play difficult, caused too much trouble to hide from my past. Imagine if I took responsibility for the destruction of my own wealth. So, I run. Through the heat, through the flames. Letting the fire burn. Bucket pale, may you one day cease to be infinitely chained. Until I stop turning tail. Nothing will change.