Albert Witz Poems
|1.||Build Me Up||6/12/2012|
|8.||I'M Tired Of Titles||6/13/2012|
|9.||We'Re Not In Control||6/12/2012|
|14.||All For You||6/12/2012|
|16.||I Wrote This During A Test||6/13/2012|
|17.||Lost In Life Yet Never Alone||6/13/2012|
|18.||Blinded By Pain||6/15/2012|
|19.||A Bad Night||6/12/2012|
|21.||A Quick Thought||6/12/2012|
|26.||Late Night Woes||7/27/2013|
Late Night Woes
Dear silence, old friend of mine
ambiguity stricken doubt plaguing any inner sanctum
clinging to thoughts unspoken, wrought with insecurity
I bring no false duplicity, eternally bullied down by psychotic fits of misery
Follow me to the depths, the void, the barren vile world of my demise,
where those words which whip and lash reside,
where the memories mangled and mowed by blackness thrive,
where the subtle creeping shadows slowly enclose around my mind.
Today I realized just what I missed.
Life's a game with one hell of a twist.
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to play.
My thoughts growing weirder and weirder by day.
I can't yet decide what I want to become.
I fear for my sanity in this fucked up home.
You tell me that by losing myself, I'd be hurting the world.
Baby, if that's true then please help me control.
These thoughts, my eyes, my mind as a whole.