Been to war before
with the conflicts I tick
un-like a bombing kamakazi
I turn thick in conflict.
I know an empitness
I know I reminisce
like a fool I can’t miss
a chance at a beautiful kiss.
I am blind I can not find
myself I between the signs
that tell me to for this life
maybe I should I go blind.
No beauty in me I can’t see
in front of me I want to breathe
but the love I’ve missed
the love ruthlessly confused me.
My malfunction is a function
I know I’m crazy my mind hazy
overtakes the fact I am tired,
mired I fire in ire I find I am lazy.
A teardrop for the meek
a teardrop so I might sleep
in the recesses of the deep
abyss I can not dismiss I bleed.
The cold has raptured love
I thought half alive I captured
like a dove escaped I feel like a dove
broken in a deep sense raptured.
What has come over me I see?
I cut myself deep so I can breathe.
The sea has captured deep sleep
that I want but inside I don’t need.
I am lonesome in the dark stark
are my fortunes I am feel marked
like the black it’s a rare fact
my heart is full of dark art.
RMC 