Broken Images

Broken bruised and battered,
The reality shatters.
Another open wound,
Let my thoughts consume.

Staring at the stranger in the mirror,
The face isn't getting any clearer.
A pained look in the eyes,
Everything is built on lies.

A hollow impression,
A somber expression.
The world has obliterated,
Our souls are liberated.

I am shattered beyond repair,
Broken pieces scattered everywhere.
Another failure in everyone's eyes,
A life of deceit and another pack of lies.

Feeling raw, used and abandoned once again,
Being left alone in the end.
Getting ditched at another time,
Feeling out of place and unaligned.

Breakdown of Peace

He feels the soft grainy sand beneath his fingers,
The salty taste of the beach water lingers;
As he dives deeper into the ocean,
Feeling no sense of emotion.

The crystals of time stop,
The sounds of a pistol pops;
Breaking the silence,
Nothing left but violence.

Blood splatters onto the white sand,
He keeps shouting commands;
Everyone stands stock still in fear,
Everything is unclear.

A splash of color,
Waves of light,
Sparks of white,
Left in squalor.

A rush to the head,
The familiar taste of lead;
He collapses,
Falling into another relapse.

Apocalyptic Prophecies

Shadow in the dark,
Force in the night;
Carnal desires,
Secrets transpire.

Houses are ablaze,
Walking in a foggy haze,
As the ashes burn,
And the world fades,
The embers fall like snowflakes.

The distilled distance
A jaded existence;
The ash turns to dust,
Looking back nonplussed.

I burn the bridges to salvation,
Suffering from the incineration;
The prophet arrives,
Proclaiming only the strong survive.

An obligatory response,
A beguiling smile,
A look of nonchalance,
Questioning his presence.

The guilty have been condemned,
The world shall rise again;
The prophet leaves with these last lines,
As I stand waiting for the end of time.

In the Dead of Night

The vast expanse of pure white snow;
As the tears brim and overflow.
The breath comes out in puffs of smoke;
As he takes another toke.

The cool night air envelops me;
It gets harder to see.
A black sky filled with stars;
Trying to figure out who you are.
When you're left with only scars.

I see his dilated pupils,
As he pops more pills.
He takes a shaky breath,
Wishing for death.

He closes his eyes,
Waiting for his demise.
He lays down in the bitter cold,
Frostbite nipping at his toes.

The snow is his blanket,
As well as his bed;
It's his coffin and life,
And now he's dead.

Living in the Past

Rockets raging in the blood red sky;
Watching my life pass me by.
Stars fading into the distance;
Wishing myself away from existence.

Looking up at the array of constellations,
Fighting for a semblance of sanity,
Trying to decipher reality,
Waiting for some sort of invitation.

Getting rejected,
Feeling dejected.
Another thought begins to escape,
A smile appears just as fake.

Cutting through the back roads,
Hoping to just let go.
Driving through the barren ground,
Dead grass passes by yellow and brown.

Staring at a faded photograph,
As my memories come rushing back.
Like an old familiar song,
A confirmation of why I don't belong.

Frustrations

The blood splatters everywhere;
white puffs of snow land on my hair.
The red drops sparkling amongst the white snow;
The black backdrop of shining stars hanging low.

Fear, anger, abandonment and sadness blend together;
Experiencing too many emotions all at once.
Having to deal with the memories and the bad weather;
As the voices and the memories create a resonance.

Reality and illusions merge;
Confusion and thoughts surge.
Left in a trance;
I know I don't stand a chance.

Left with a vast emptiness inside;
Not a shred of pride.
Doubts filling the corners of my mind;
Wishing to go back in time.

Thoughts

Thoughts pouring into my brain like water into a glass.
Thoughts clear, cut and concise.
Illusions broken and shattered;
Nothing left but matter.

An electrical impulse shot through the brain;
Circuits fried and drive me insane.
Memories come rushing through in waves;
Bleary thoughts begin to invade.

A weightless feeling begins to form
My brain starts pounding like a relentless storm;
Taking shot after shot is not enough;
The memories remain just as rough.