PINNACLE IN TIMELINES
There comes a moment, that defines everything.
Still framed images, mental photographs.
Frozen in time, almost ending.
Breaking down perfect structures.
Now I can't picture your face.
This shattered life, trace memories.
This isn't happening
I can't be, this can't be.
This isn't happening.
He can't be, this can't be.
Now that you're gone everything is rearranged.
The days go on and on but nothing feels the same.
No tears to cry, no chance to even say goodbye.
I live a lie; convinced myself you're too far gone to try.
I'm not prepared for this.
DEATH AWAITS
And on that day the casket opens wide.
I couldn't even look you in the eyes.
An imposter of my friend.
Bloated, somehow sunken in.
This goodbye is now forever.
I can't even find my center.
And I wish it was me inside that box.
Griefs overwhelming.
Anxiety slowly killing.
Death waits.
Death waits for no man.
IN REFLECTION
I can deny this all I want,
Death has a stare, grip.
You needed a hand.
I failed everytime, stop.
My reasoning, nothing makes this right.
Easy to walk away in time.
The ugliness I always see is a reflection….not of you but of me.
Somebody wake me from this twisted dream.
This world is better with you, without me.
FUCK- Where did this go wrong?
Warm hands hold cold thoughts.
When I close my eyes you're the only ghost I see.
Draw breath, something savorful.
Crossed eyes, ways are fleeting.
This can't be real, always hanging by a thread.
This can't be real, I wish that I was dead.
BY A THREAD
Moment, losing hope.
Letting go of you.
Nothing can save me from right now.
I'm holding on, slowly losing grip.
Can't push through.
Everything surrounding you.
I wish I could be the past so that I can stop this.
Dying and choking, dying and choking.
Dying and choking, dying and choking.
You can't breathe life back into me.
Bookmark this page, this is the chapter.
I'm finally falling but after, I'll tear myself down.
I’ll rebuild everything, I'll rebuild everything.
I can't have these guilty hands, No!
This choice - hangs low and lifeless.
Your pen - the stones your always casting.
His life - cut short in motions.
My guilt - hangs dead and lasting.
I'm always holding on, just simply by a thread.
I'm always rambling on with ghosts inside my head.
This is conflicting chapters, the authors giving up.
This is self-harming volumes.
Forever signing off…
I'm signing off….
Decay
I’ve fallen, we are slow decay
Nothing left, scattered, more dismay
This life, time has stopped us all
Retry, there’s only disgrace
When was it that you said this would all blow over
My highs, my lows
Keeping you looking over your shoulders
Self destruct, reconstruct
In the cold on your back porch
In the dead of resentment I’ve took a million breaths
In hopes I’d exhale the failure
I’ve paced a thousand words
In depths of lost conversations
You’ve held a hundred moments
I’d burn to ignite the contemplation
I’d give one last gasp
To inhale you just for torture
This season’s change will kill me