SOUTHEASToftheMOON

pleasures are like check points to get from day to day. wishes that the body demands us to obey. the feelings of our mind to spare our fragile heart. security of numbness from which we'd never part. empty space between us and love that's merely thought. but people do not know that feelings can't be bought. the "love" that people seek is just a common lie. stability of life until we finally die.

when i was little. i used to sit on the swings. without a care for what would be. or what might be. or what couldn't be. i used to swing high enough, to peer over the metal bar and see the ground. i used to jump from the peak of rhythm, and hope for a brief second that i was a bird. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ when i grew up i went to college to become a vet. but the reality of pain was always too much for me to handle. instead i majored in art so that the world could always look exactly as i wanted it to. and the light swing of my brush, brilliant ocean views, and a simply painted meadow, has always kept reality at bay. ~~~~~~~

the freezing point of water. the fever of my heart. numb- preprogrammed setting. with which i'd never part. you spare warmth. hope for the best. we watch the red mass melt. truth- you waste your time. you waste your gift. i never truely felt. i'd give my heart if not for fear. cause frozen things do break. the shattered setting worries me. so apathy is my take.

in the event of an emergency the manual says submit. for the will of common man is worth a common cent. but in every tale that's ever told exceptions are the rule. the men who stand above all else surpass our common pool. these blessed few are not as such they take the beatings too. though, bearing teeth and grinning wide they'll always make it through. the difference is quite false to us we know not their good deeds. but on their hearts and through their souls we satisfy our needs. by selfish acts and wishful lies we make their fate as ours. their open hearts and need to please have cast eternal bars.

why do i not want this? when it's right of every man this life. this simple being. was never in my plan. why can't i just end it? why must you say you care? my wish and ur false feelings were always a poor pair. why does this sleep evade me? why does my mind still churn? my questions painfully melting as the candles slowing burn with age should come more wisdom. Yes? with age should come a plan? the only difference come from time is growth from boy to man the questions go unanswered now as every night before but soon if all is well i'll be standing at death's door.

if only, if only has never done good what might be what could be is never what would the world does not bend to the will of its players the rules the whole game are namely for prayers pray'ers of justice pray'ers of hope belief the world's sin can be cleansed with mere soap the lies are exposed the truth stands out bright by choice no one sees it they'd rather choose smite please, stick to your "what if?"s i don't wish to be rude for weening your ignorance would be ever so crude if only you'd open your mind and your heart if only you'd rather be wise 'stead of smart if only, if only has never done good what mi

under what condition did you think this was okay? i never said i wanted this. i never meant to play. you filled my mind with blackness i should’ve had a choice. under what condition is it fair to silence voice? your patience does exceed me but i'm not quite certain why you push towards things that cannot be and send my thoughts on high. you always promised empathy through a solid place to stand. but now i find i'm falling and i'm scared to hit the land. the time has come and passed when i thought there was a way. so i cede to that of truth admit the ending of my day. i thought that i could trust you 'cept all trick