Poetry - Volume I

I try and write poetry when inspiration hits (which isn't that often), but this is a very personal untitled that one I wrote this summer. Comes from a dark place that I felt needed to be exorcised through writing this poem.

PS -- Don't expect the majority of my future posts to be like this. Most of them are just gonna be album reviews or music ramblings/rants of sorts.

Without further ado...

the dream is ebbing

silent nightmare poised to flow

leaky faucet dripping

rusty water fall

bleed newspapers dry

eschewing wisdom

contort the signs

eyes would not believe

we are running out of places to run

my hands are tied behind my head

foot glued to the gas

the illusion of a curve

i will streak unaltered

debris is the saddest nostalgia

maybe then you'll know

the meaning of tragedy

an airhole that shrinks regardless

which way you tear

money bit you harder than you knew

the gangrene stain rears its head

don't you wish you'd never spotted it

don't you wish it weren't everywhere

staring you back down until

your ambitions deflate with a whimper

don't you wish we were younger

and wish our days were less jaded

and filled with machines

wish we weren't the smut

eating this country alive

bring on the sun

god given furnace

throw your weight around the room

break up the shadowed underworld

and start the day anew

I am not afraid of your golden rays

I am no longer here