Blinded Poem by Kid of Los Angeles

Spiraling in a lapse of judgement,
high on false belief.
Breathing short rapid breaths, trying to take it all in.
Slowly weaning in the dark apocalypse,
the fade you know as love.
To think one knows the other, yet live in faccade.

Blinded by colors which once seemed so vibrant,
but just left you blinded.

The head so strong, yet the heart so heavy.
Cemented by the first threads of love,
to become a statue weathered by betrayal and morosity.

Forever frozen with eternal pain,
flooded with tears of moments past.
To hope to move,
along the growing wall of angst & defeat.

A constant pain to breath,
living under the quilted lie of wasted time.
Shards of glass which line the mind,
a reminder of all the pain that could have been.
Ripping apart the wounds,
that heal yet bleed everyday.

Every morning a haunting question.
Was it me who caused the fall?
Propelled the irreversible motion that caused it all?

From silver lined skies to our climatic demise,
maybe I inflicted this unbenknownst masochism on myself
embracing my fright of others and staving off anybody else.

Maybe I gave myself the wreck,
made us take the plunge,
made you starve from the hunger of my empty love.
We were getting there, we were getting there.
But yet again my spine withered under the thought that you possibly cared.
But now we'll never know.