Makes sense, doesnt it? Options

[sikdragon]

Makes Sense

This isn’t that hard
The razor sharp shard
Of a broken heart
Not feeling as smart
As I usually
Try to be
Feel, suffocating
Someone has stolen
My ability
To breathe
Speaking, awkwardly
Expressing a heart felt imagining
Replacing, my courage blindly
Binding my motives
For fear of the truth
Judging the sabotaged fruit
Telling past transgressions mixed with white lies to boot
Spelling out actual tries,
But mixing with cries, and shoot
Quick solute
The outcome not clear to even you

Stirring the ingredients into, stew
Recipe worn thoroughly
Fading those specific things needed
To make a successful relationship
The only choice left is to wing it
Like planning a trip
Without knowing where you are going

Ending by growing, a creation
Of a false presentation
And been changing
The equation
In relation
To actual reiteration
As an echo attacks my head
Acting in the ultimatum of stead
And act as I read
And how the time sped
on by
Wishing I had just one,
Person on my side
All that time I just had to bide
Could’ve cried
Out anything, but I kept it all inside
But u don’t even try
But now left asking why
Wonderin, just what really coulda been
Caught in a disk skip in my mind
And the thoughts, those evil thoughts,
That I have to hide
Think all the time
Of how I’m appearin in your eyes
Whether my hair is tied, and my shoes
Combed just right
And the steaming light this light
Of a bright white shine
The shock trickling down my spine
To think I been tryin
To catch your attention’s eye
Wishing I was the boy who could fly
And take you away from all these
Evil eyes that vie
You in such a way
That makes you die a little inside
So much that the twinkle in your eye
Would wearily diminish and dry
Out until it curls up and makes your
Inner beauty die
You can’t make up your mind
To pathway find
And jerk around my life, losing what
Is left in my mind
To drown dropping me in the,
Ocean killing all of my emotion
Corrosion of my heart
The peelings of the skin causing the falling to start
The calling of the floor
Like im missing a part
And now I chart
My travels through this
Unmarked territory
Feeling the wrath
Of human fear
Afraid to shed a tear
For the knowledge
All decisions made the hand before
And how I borne
My own trespasses
Feeling the whips less lashes
Stripping my back fleshless

Fidgety and restless
Losing the bestness
Of being benevolently
Me

Believing
I’ve lost the thing
I think
Makes me king
The draining of the organ of my
Imagination, such a painless culmination
The right way
Losing your light’s ray
Digging my grave
But in my chest, im feeling the spade
As they raid my mind
As you see right
Through my written lines
Spies sent throughout my
Mind’s eyes
By those I now despise
For notting of realize
Why they vied
With me
Start to see
What I hear

But my heart’s piked on a spear
With drear
Slow-motion, falls a tear

Now, its not just something missing
Its more like a canyon
Without my lost companion
So much missing, irrelative
To how im running on negative
I’m baked and live
Some how anyway
As I stray
From what I chose,
To stay
Bayed in the shadows of mystery
As it grows
The molded curry
The retchedly rank smell
Of what I cannot tell
Is it brimstone of hell?
Couldn’t be, could it?
Now that I see
Oh well
Its not like I fell
Caught under it’s spell
Or am I?
Try to finde
Out, but I’m blind
Folded across my face
These lines I trace out
The picture maybe if I
Flip the light switch around
And the paper on
And as I wish for her
I found she was a belligerent body,
Tenaciously
Who’s been graciously
Chasing her dreams
Which, unsewn at the seams
Of the undefined things
Under these spot light beams
Nine hundred what things
Just burning and not helping to find anything
Lost in this dark room, which seems
Full of fiends
And other fiendish things
As my plane, flailingly,
Careens
Searching the halls and streets
Which will take of this band?
That covers my eye lids