CvC

Gloomy grey eyes tell a morbid periodic story
Hate and loss no heroic glory just lost words that lay before me
Hopefully help me understand life and its passages because I keep passing quick in the catacombs I feel stuck in
Will I every decode or unbutton this "Something"?
Like two people live in me one wants to die and the other wants to live free
Or break out of the cage its been placed in from eternity
To past and present I fill like I can never give a sentences or enough mentions
That my mind and my soul departed from each other... I am the henchmen
Stuck in this dimension of purgatory
For there is three of me I feel o so lonely
Can I ever escape fate or will all faces change
And by that time its too late to rewrite the mistakes
I feel like I will never awake from this state
Its so hard to write down lyrics
That will relief me from these troubled spirits
Or is it me? Can you see it in my poetry
A man trying to figure out what hole would be
The right one to bury the past in
I try to laugh when... times get rough and I get stuck
People have no remorse on a soul that's trying to get back up
Negativity and bullshit one day I swear I WILL PULL IT
..........Probably not to be honest I just want people to see the sights I can write like your viewing an onyx
I guess when you finally notice this piece of shit I will look upon it
And tell you I will never come back
To the old me when the words would speak black
I laced my past with bombs I'm just sitting back waiting for myself to okay the blast
And when I do I am in a close enough view to catch a fragment
That will slice my body in two and just end this madness
.............Then again it will never end it only takes a small fraction...