The waves come crashing in
I’ll start with drowning
My memories crawling back
Decapitating
Missing puzzle pieces
So fascinating
Misguided rules of thought
Resuscitating
Nothing but ghosts return from my past
Good lord, my funeral will be empty
Without a sign or doubt of remorse
I guess I never could catch the smoke could I
Breath in and I’ll follow
But I don’t think you’ll ever live again
And if you change actions
Don’t expect me to give second chances
I’ve heard a lot of lies and I burned them all with matches
But all I ever got were bullets to my pride
I’ve known a lot of crows and I’ve met a lot of shadows
But every time, I swear, the reaper always wins
I shook the hand of solitude
And kissed the lips of my demons
Nothing hurt me like abandonment
And the darkness took me like a heartless wretch
Abandonment as the heartless wretch
Can’t you see me
Flailing around
My strait jacket
Tied up and down
I’m all alone
Nothing breaks me from this
Recent attempts
Just won’t cut out my eyes
I’m so sick of watching my friends
Walk away from my life
The blood of the ones I have lost
Wakes me up from my dreams
I awake
Cracks within my bones
I know this emptiness
Deep down, cover you up
Forget everything
All of my friends are dead
I buried them out back
-Max L. Wisdom