My last write(right)

My last Right.
~ Limitless ~
i write with all my thoughts combined, aligned,
and ready to be anything you people decide,
because you chose to define me under a category likely not even a similarity of what I climbed to be,
Im not a genius,
im not a poet,
im not your brother,
im not your lover,
you give me one reason to be and I'll give you a million
different me's ready to be whatever you desire,
Raw energy has no form,
must be the layman's way to think a word is some sort of way the emotions can conform,
I'll live forever in the scribbles I created,
Masterpiece or not, this master was laid to sleep,
On the night he dared to dream, he woke up from the faux reality...


The pain that grew everyday, Caught up to him.
He closed his eyes, bottle in hand
Wishing to be taken to a better land,
without pain, without struggle
He woke up in his shattered head..
A prison for talent, took a few more pills
and passed out on his bed...Never to wake again....