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.

Silhouette

The glare from my glasses
stare back at me
with disappointment from
what only they can see.
A man in the shadows
pushing the pusher to light
while being too much of
a coward to fight,
the silhouette of
the potential that used to be
outlining a hollowness
that's worn so blatantly,
moments of bravery
sporadically come
only to be chased
back to where they came from.
The vicious cycle
repetitive to death
won't allow hope
to take its single breath
but instead stomps on
the throat of the weak
until the life is out
of the spirit too meek.

Dream in the White

Dreams in the white
of the little girl passed,
so short of years,
a life that didn't last,
dreams she lives
a longer life
that didn't end
under duress and strife,
dreams she made it
from a first date
to the day her eyes
first met her mate,
dreams she wore
the cap and gown
the day nothing
could bring her down
and days that
were past today,
the last she lived
on an earth she couldn't stay.

Pearly White

The beauty in the white,
the purity that lies within
that's there for me
time and time again,
the flash of the pearly,
the glimpse of the bright
that illuminates a day,
that gives the dark its light,
the encouragement that lifts,
the pick-up to a heart
that only ever needed
a second fresh start,
the perfection in a scene
that opens all doors
where happiness can live
and grow even more,
it's the pearly whites
that allow it all
to happen whenever
it's needed or called.

Hate Out the Love

Bruise to the beats,
beat 'til it's bruised,
scream 'til it bleeds,
bleed while it's used.
Hate out the love,
love to throw hate,
love to shatter glass
in love's defenseless face.
Let the neighbors know,
let the voices penetrate
the too often too thin
walls that can't hold the weight.
Let the pushing continue
until the walls fall
and the bodies crumble
underneath it all
as the ruins remain
over all else
proving previous self-denouncing claims
all to be false.

The Malignant Infection

Inventing the sickness
while convincing others
until they convince
one another,
they beliieve your fall
under the illness,
the guise under which
you couldn't be fulfilled less.
You stand in the corner
preaching your sadness,
a sick game in which you sickly
find superior gladness.
Soon enough they all
fawn over your soul,
you poor little thing,
you hideous little troll.
The game you play
is safe enough
until the fantasy becomes real
as it becomes too rough
and the last tear for you
is finally shed
only by your own eye
on your own deathbed.

Abuser of Help

The abuser of help,
the mocker of assistance,
the beggar of others
with the strongest persistence,
the laugher at good,
the worst of the worst,
always going before,
always putting self first,
the proverbial selfish,
the consomant one,
the possessor of laziness
who, with it, has fun,
the epitome of solitude
in an effort to drag,
the sad soul sees fit
to take it all and brag;
the prideful in foolishness
and joker in sense,
the one who has all
in all that's worth one pence.