"Red, black, and blue"
Red black and blue,
Beaten and abused,
The products walk,
A nameless path.
Full of disturbances,
Perterb emotions,
Empty thoughts,
This simple conclusion,
Is worth a monument,
Of nameless sorrow.
No voice too loud,
Stifled by self-pity.
No tear too small,
To fill loathing's sea.
The ringing cries,
Shattering products' dreams,
Never escapes the insides,
Of this hollow monument,
Of this hollow hate.
Just another moment,
Another glorious contradiction.
Just another beat,
Pushing life its limit.
Pushing the edge,
Closer to the products.
They race to the end,
The true salvation,
Away from beatings,
Away from horror,
Away from hate,
Away from life.
The false end,
That only begins anew.
The hollow path,
Of the product.
Red black and blue,
Beaten and abused,
We all walk on,
To the false edge.
“Ring, Ring, Ring...”
Separated by the blinds,
A phone call is just too hard.
Crumbled by a machine,
Time laughs alone,
At one more regret.
For daily attempts,
The memories remain,
The time passes,
Just the feelings wither.
I never came out,
Rarely spoke,
But needed to,
Needed to…
Just watched the clock tick,
Every regret closing in.
The days are over,
No more rays of light.
Too long,
Set apart by lack of will,
And bleak thoughts,
The time just ticks away,
As the bomb readies to blow.
Feelings wait,
For one more day.
Regrets wait,
For one more phone call.
But relations last,
Until separation explodes.


“Regrets”
Someday I’ll realize,
I shouldn’t have done it.
Someday,
Somewhere,
I’ll regret it.
Sometime,
I’ll want to die.
Because I did it…
Because I was clean one year,
One long year.
If I can’t keep it up,
Why should I live?
Someday I’ll realize,
I shouldn’t have done it,
I shouldn’t have cut.
One year clean,
And I cut again…one long year clean,
And I cut…
Again…
Because you left,
Because of you,
I’ll leave this world.
Because of one little knife,
My life comes crashing down.
Someday I’ll realize,
I shouldn’t have done it.


“Rude awakening”
When I wake,
And you aren’t there.
When I search,
And I only find a note.
When I call,
And I only get a stab from silence.
When I mourn,
And you’re not there,
To make life’s web somewhat untangled.
Then…
I will know,
You gave into,
All the daily depressions,
That plagues the best of us.
You threw it all away,
Regardless of what will happen.
Now that I’m alone in this world,
It all becomes complicated.


“Ran Dry”
This is the last stream.
I’m al out of love,
I’m all out of hate.
Its time to leave this place,
And find a new love,
A new hate,
A new stream.
It’s a sad life,
Sitting in a puddle,
But it’s a worse life,
Staring at you.
The stream runs dry,
No new inspiration,
No new lies.
I’m not sorry,
For what I’ve said,
I’m not sorry,
For what I’ve done.
For me,
It’s a worse life,
Staring at you.
It’s a worse life,
With no new lies.





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