Feeling so out of sync walking upon shattered glass paths,
Drinking upon dreams poured only to fill and become the past,
Salty air, clouted mind, nowhere to run, walking alone a step behind.
The thoughts they hide in the shadows to protect what I see,
Tomorrow dancing on the balance of today's reality.
Mind constantly saying no, while my soul is drowning in a pool of fantasy.
Frozen again like time standing still, only left to contemplate my own free will.
Numb to everything that cuts like razors in a pool of alcohol,
Saying it constantly yet no ones around to hear my call,
Broken bridges leading to a crumbling wall,
Fading into a breathless state, my own destiny left to contemplate.
Columns, rows, facts and figures, yet nothing understood, nothing triggers,
the understanding that's needed to make sense,
A plague placed upon the emptiness of the meaning of life's essence.

It's Not About Me

Fading fast, bending over to be fucked again by yet another crashing car,
Another fallen star, just being blown by the lips of fallen angels,raising the bar,
Twisted spirals, glass shards, being cut by life's hards,in the shadows i have drown lost that hand of cards,
But its not about me...
Being stung by another day, another hour, savored by the illusions as they devour,
Its just minds interpretations dancing in the dark, getting high off the spark,
Only for a passing moment as you breathe, turning back around now it's time to leave,
pseudo coded to comfort my own insecurities, of what i believe, who i was, who i am, and all other obscurities.
But its not about me...
Lightning pulsing through my veins,as it drains every ambition from within. Not fighting for freedom, no just cause, just the memory's between fine lines of the future and the flaws. Canceling the credit cards, the plastic currency that only gratifies for a moment, as I am left indebted to life's dues that guards the memory's that torment.
But its not about me...
Spread thinly feeling like just a layer, being played again like a piano player, i will not say what is fair because i am unclear on how it all began. Just another misinterpretation,another deliberation, upon the souls of man. As this is undoubtedly just how it is suppose to be, i know not the beginning or the end of iniquity.
But its not about me...
Deaf ears to a table that as been set as i neglect the shores that speak louder than any sea. I only hear the grains of sand slipping through the hourglass that will one day take me.The joy being replaced by tasks i do to keep the morale of those around to see. But they do not notice the lost soul in the shadows dark, because of the scars that taint every mission in the park..