Why?
The question of man.
The stubbornness of a child.
Millions of pens,
would run out of ink,
if we just began,
to answer the question,
Why.
Tonight
Demonic eyes, looking
upon an innocent being.
Forceful glare, staring
at a desired object.
Hideous lips, moving
at a rapid pace.
Malicious language,targeting
the conscious mind.
Clenched fists, gripping
nothing but air.
Intolerable contact, suffocating
the helpless.
Horrific footsteps, shifting
out of location.
Lethal silence, breathing
barely there.
A Day
Words that are poison,
spoken with a hiss.
Hands that are painful,
to the touch of skin.
An environment unfriendly.
The bitter taste of hate,
lingers in the air.
Madness devours,
the head once clear.
Happiness dead,
upon arrival.
Guilt sinks in,
absorbed by a cloth.
Mutilation and destruction,
occurrences unstopped.
The Corner
Passed by daily,
no one realizes.
Left to die,
no one sees.
Abandoned by everyone,
no one cares.
Ugly on the outside,
within holds charm.
Broken into pieces,
within holds strength.
Unkempt style,
within beholds perfection.
Incurable
If you were pencil writing,
and I were an eraser,
I'd erase you completely.
Though erased you are,
still faintly there.
I'll never be able, to
fully erase you. Some
pigment will remain, no
matter how hard I try.
If you were a rain drop,
and I the bright sun.
I'd evaporate you,
from a liquid to a gas,
unable to be seen. It
will do the environment,
some good. It's over flooded,
with you and your partners.
No matter what you are,
and what I am, there
is no getting rid of you.
You are just that deadly disease,
that has yet to be cured,
by anything. And that will,
continue to take over,
my body and soul.
Home 
Portal 
