Am I somebody or do I just exist?
Am I somebody who’ll never be missed?
Thank you for the legacy, of no self will.
My personality, you, tried to kill.
Reality, became darkness, where I dare not tread.
Illusion, my only sanity, upon which I fed.
Echoes of emptiness, enveloped my head.
With every thrust of emotional daggers, I bled.
Guilt, so comfortable kept me warm.
Never, exposing me, to confrontation’s storm.
Rigid, wretched rules, wrecked every dawn.
Every fragile piece, shattered and torn.
Crawling cold, concrete corridors.
Mumbling, meaningless metaphors.
My mistakes, must have been mine
But could they have been yours?
Mine, is the talent but you sucked the applause!
Emerging, through my fields of fire.
Understanding, fuels your funeral pyre.
Training my sword of sweet success.
Phlegmatically, strangling senseless stress.
Melodious memories make me merry.
Titillating the tottering tower.
Whistling, whispering winds
Propagating pummelling power.
Inwardly intense, I’m intoxicated.
Nostalgic nonsense, nullifying now.
Abundant affection, affiliates assurance.
Salted scenarios, soothing somehow.
For all the manipulated and trampled upon.