Embrace It

Embrace the pain,
embrace the suffering,
embrace it all,
you little piece of nothing.
Embrace the misery,
embrace the tears,
embrace the hollowness
followed by the fears.
Embrace the emptiness,
embrace the sin,
embrace the agony
you put yourself in.
Embrace the hopelessness
you bring to the table
you once thought folklore,
you thought to be fable.
Embrace it all
since it's all you do
while sentencing your own soul to death
on this path you choose.

Bitter World of Nothingness

I'm losing myself here
in the bitter world of nothingness
with only regret and mistakes
to show for my selfishness.
I turn to run from the trend
I have set to be the standard
only to brutally solidify
the truths set with mild manners.
A youth that has disappeared
and an innocence no more,
there is only lifelessness remaining
on this cold, hardwood floor.
Deep breaths help momentarily
to fill the dead soul with life
but the same breaths escape too quickly
to do the good that combats the strife.
The emptiness fills the room around
and throws my soul into the well
that is as close as I can handle
being to the pits of hell.
Understanding is escaping
even quicker now than before
with jokes made of men once
thought to be, by all, adored.
Lives torn down quicker than
the laughable meteoric rise,
the deaths now innumerable,
a cruel joke come as no surprise,
and the ending that was foreseen
but so foolishly prepared for by none
consumes me and all around
in a fitting finish required of more than some.

Your Pandora's Box

You enjoy your pretentiousness,
drinking your sake for the world,
dreaming there is usefulness
in the act you give a twirl.
You laugh at the grind of others,
mocking their NASCAR lives,
watching them going in circles around one another,
the illusive pursuit of peace for which they strive.
You continue to drink your drink
in which you add your grenadine
as the syrup quickly sinks
and you realize nothing is what it means.
Your taste buds now sour
to your own condescension
as your quickly fading scour
gives way to an upcoming resignation.
This Pandora's box of hate,
the judgment you gladly play,
has come back to mock the fate
which upon you shall long stay.
You were so far lost
in the game, yet life of others
that you forgot and fought
the battles meant for another.
Now only emptiness resides
in a spirit and body so withered
as a destined cancer rides
your soul until you're finally splintered.