Pointless,

Do we really need a needle?

My hands can barely move without the entirety of my being brought forth to counter the sinking hole of mindlessness.

Worthless

I know where it resides, within my mind where it is only you, not i

Smashing myself to a pulp, what’s the fucking point,

I ask you again, who wants to continue when all they see is dead weight,

Bearing no load is worthless, but bearing weight is all that’s left.

Where can I escape, my minds island is no place of rest, the only hope that I have left is set, one that’s best when left unchecked, within my ravens’ crest is home.

A refugee without life, only the stench of death in droves.

Defeated

Pull me once from where I lay, put my mind at ease again and worry not for you will see, all that life can bear to seed, grab my hand my feathered friend, I will race you to where the world must end, for life to me cannot be short, the troubled mind knows not what for, the aim is set and it is clear, a minute for you, bests me a year, within this tortured cage I shake, begging for a lovers taste.

Gone.

I left you, so where does that leave me?

Cold? Alone? Helpless?

Helpless I think not.

All that stands between you and me is what knot you’ve chosen to wove the sea,

Pull up your anchor, place it to the side, for right now, it is no longer you, but I,

Change the scene so you can see, a fresh pair of glasses which to engulf the dream,

Sculpt your eye above us all, stop attempting to break down the wall, use it as a stepping stone, David’s nothing without Goliath, don’t you know?