A wish to be better.

I wish I had something to contribute
to a world that only cares
in which direction you shoot
instead just hope that God gives me the boot
out the hypothetical door
and the pain will be replaced
with the memory of your face
because of this, I'm not destined for a better place
so when its time to go, I'll vanish without a trace.

Tears shed and the hearts renewed
smiles returned as hopes refuelled
and the world turns, with a new attitude.

Write life.

Scribble on this pad
with words that mean nothing
until the sentence is constructed.

Words be small, sentence always longer
through the bullshit I'll come out stronger

wait for the comma, take a breath
fall at the full stop I've got nothing left.

Another paragraph, I'm back on form
strong live through the most destructive storm.

A separate story watch, I'm reborn.

When will the smile return.

Soak up the moment, in my mind eternal
if I could do it again, this is what I'll do
when the nights are cold, its this that'll help me through.

Instead, all I have is a game of guess who.

Speak.

I wonder if the lord sees our struggle
will he embrace, and let it fade away
or watch, how we make to the next day
is there any point in, hands together to pray
is this only how he hears, what we have to say
listen close, does he beckon us towards the fray
does he smile as the kids play
for every sin, is it him we have to pay?

Questions, does he answer
I wanna hear what, he has to say.

Tired.

I'm scared, I'm all alone
why is it in the dark I feel at home.

Surrounded by ghosts that wish me harm
here, is where I feel most calm.

Yet I can't sleep in peace
pulled apart, piece by piece.

Just let me be, but I wont say
because I wanna be home, for one more day

Pillow talks

Rest here
let me show you your fear
snuggle up close, so my voice you can hear
and I'll catch that, withholding tear.

Just come and rest your head here.

Good die young.

The good die young cos' this is hell
corporate worth billions cos' they didn't care about the soul they sell
halo wearin felons livin life inside a cell
scream a plea to god.
"Look how far I fell"
heat from fire, what a place to dwell
keel over sick, I 'aint feel well
 black and blue, bruised I have a story to tell.

Of how the halo fell to a collar.

Welcome to hell.

Absent.

Come close let me clear the tears
your absent smile, is my only fear.

Can't face the clock when there's an empty space
turn to the side, as I see the absent face
running towards an end like it's a race
stuck going slow, the tortoise set the pace.

Cross the line first and presented with an hollow vase.

Nothing.

Lie flat
'aint nothing left
disappear from the world
a ghost of something left behind
nothing substantial exists
all I have is this
wet ink, waiting to dry
goodbye, like its only the good that die.

Abyss

Into the abyss
down down, down 'till the mind runs dry
wondering, is this where the hectic mind withers and dies
or is this not falling, but being pulled into the sky.

The abyss plays tricks
I already died.

A lame mentality

A helping hand but the aid is rejected

a cripple perfected.

Through the hardship, his life was redirected
never allow others to see, how his mind was affected
through the joy he felt well rested
to an end, his mind gently gestured
as the pain began to fester
and the doubt continues to pester.

Maybe he should never of met her.

Broken

Pull back from the brink of destruction
follow the mental instruction.

Stand up, when the body caves in
disembark from the memory of past sin
soul destroyed and the bodily grin.

Plunder the depths of the dark environment
anger the short temperament
of eyes weakened by old sentiment.

The broken mirror of self betterment.

Face lock

Eyes run dry
so full of lies

protect the flicker of life
that resides inside

a smile, a lock
to the truth behind

a voice to damn anyone
if its the key they find