aspirations on mantle piece rust,
the mirage of a managable life
smothered by thin air,
nothing here,
...
Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end.
For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend,
Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
...
I am your average angsty teen(18) . Half depressed half intoxicated with life drugs make up a big part of how i think and how i write Life confuses and amazes me just like everybody else)
A World View In A Church Pew
aspirations on mantle piece rust,
the mirage of a managable life
smothered by thin air,
nothing here,
nothing there,
i give nothing
but nothing seems fair.
self esteem on polished mirror taunts,
haunts my blind spot,
as i twist almost as fast
as my back evades my sight,
nothing wrong,
nothing write,
righting, written wrongs
through long imesurable nights.
crooked smile on bewildered face drips,
lists deformities of mine
through silence and distance,
i dismiss this involuntary resistance,
no assistance,
alone defenseless,
defendeing deaths right to
pervert the gift of life.
death is the tunnel
life is the light.