Biography of Albert Witz
I like writing in my spare time. I don't know if I'm any good. That doesn't matter. I write for me. If you don't like it, tell me. I'll continue to do my thing for myself.
Albert Witz Poems
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
Contemplation, I wish to Follow the temptation Suicidal damnation
Lies bind us like glue, Our relationship, me and you, The beauty and the beast, Yet not in the least,
Resist my most malevolent thought. This shell of a man, what am I to you? What will I become. This potion holds the key to his release.
A Quick Thought
Judging by that smile, You never meant for us to be. It's sad, you waste your chance, yet complain about being unhappy! I know that I could yet make everyday the best day of your life.
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.
A Bad Night
The world, my heart, in pain this night. As raindrops are falling with only stars for light. I sit, my raindrops, tears. The finale is an introduction.
We'Re Not In Control
I'm a sweet talker. Born this way, a Stalker. A never ending cycle of systematic psychosis. I was raised to be an idol, I never wanted to worship.
I'M Tired Of Titles
Me myself and I. Everybody has to die. No human can become complete until death is accepted. Your heart, your soul, your whole being, finally fine with ceasing to be.
The truth is unreal. I know not what Im thinking. Only where my thoughts lie. These objects don't exist.
Words, words can be so diminutive, yet knock you out. Words can make a blind man see, words can create or destroy a world. The power lies in meaning, cynical as it is, the power varies. Nothing is concrete, love is a lie, fabrications of a faberge life.
Some people think of me as a minor, Major amounts of thoughts Feed the inner most parts of my heart. A loss of self, significant in theory, living my boring life so dreary.
The world Is spinning inside my head Time knows no boundaries The flow and order cease This universe, I created
In light of the darkness that blackens my bright mind. The days lit of a crescent shaped sun, are all too much full of shade. The weight of my thoughts make my spine out of place, sometimes spreading from head to toe. Strength to remain, if hope is a thing made of feathers, we can only continue together.
A Bad Night
The world, my heart, in pain this night.
As raindrops are falling with only stars for light.
I sit, my raindrops, tears.
The finale is an introduction.
Welcome to my world.
Pain. Misery. Despair. The blackness of death clutches after my heart.
I can not forget, yet I'll never remember, your face, that phrase.
Those magical words, with the strength of a tornado, intended to kill. No survivors.
I don't want to die tonight. The day ahead will be bright. I'll find me, some way, some how,