Too many problems,

Seeping through the window of my home.

Praying for fixation,

But my woes I cover in chrome.

...

Walking inside my shell,

Can't seem to let me out.

Stare into my eyes,

And you might get stuck in a drought.

My existence is questioned,

Under the moonful eye.

She raises her brow

Every time I speak another lie.

...

Promises

Left in shallow dreams.

A slave of hope,

A victim of my own feeble heart.

Beating its everlasting thoughts

While crickets are shouting my answers to them...

Peace

 Is the only thing I want in me.

Because I can't stand for another unfiltered session

While seeing my mother's illicit roses.

Her tears of wanting me to become a stuffed teddy bear.

But she doesn't see the cotton that I've filled myself with.

Disdained and alienated.

Mixed into nights of psuedo-ecstasy.

Breathing cyanide's powder,

While properly placing the scars I show...

Inside an urn that will shatter by the sun's peak.

...

Tarnished

Hearts whom I thought were my own.

The ones that I fused, 

But didn't understand the cost.

Friends melting before my eyes,

From me pouring the gasoline.

Abandoned homes,

I've left with unfinished projects.

Gardens of ivy coiling against tree's

that were built for sustainability...

Slowly...

Gripping its malice across the one's whom...

Would hold our temple just so,

It wouldn't sink in molded leaves

That hides the worms of the earth.

...

Soliloquies continue to fly by...

Harmonies would come and go...

But a massacre would arise.

As my mind would be slayed

By my own hands,

Within my own demise.

(I want to save me)