Expectations

I think I might die.
I hope that's okay,
I don't know if you loved me,
if you did you might cry.

I miss all the living.
I'm left with a life,
if a verb has no feeling,
its a noun deep inside.

But my words have no meaning.
Without action racing behind,
like that frayed and tethered cord,
plunging to its final snap.

Yet if my skin turns palid.
Just like festering maggots,
then the flies on my corpse,
gain more purpose than I did.

I don't want my life.
I hope it's not bitter,
but even if I fail to use my gifts,
MAMA DIDNT RAISE NO QUITTER!

So every sitting shower,
with every beer I've downed,
crowding all around me,
the choir announcing,
that I will fail,
"how astounding".

I wasn't born to stick the landing.
I don't cry because I'm failing,
I am not lost but simply floundering,
When I rise tomorrow,
I will smile again.

whole words

Love
over the years we lose
vying for what we want
even if it ends

Hate
anyone who grips your pretty ankles
taunting at your hope
even if you're wrong

Trust
revel in those who earn it
understand it will be lost
stand against the storm
till you break and fall

Stop
tell me the facts are lying
obey my desperate wish
please me when I'm wrong

Go
only two letters make me one again

Self satiety

Do you have a passion

or are you just abjectly

walking through glass house's

fixated on what's watching 

the focus of white watchers

while thinking of which want

will impress your onlookers

what makes you inferior

shirts or interior 

the fiery soul ripped

out a defrosted freezer

dream to be neon

don't last for eons

brightly burn out

or be shattered in fear

of the bold and the bright

there's no colour in light

but bleed on a bulb

if red is all you want.

Trust me

I've never felt healthy While bad men are wealthy With fancy whips Wristwatches and jewelry Girlfriends kept cruelly Close to the bedroom While others creep in Ain’t it slick How they slip Out of girls who aren’t her Never admit Never Quit Keep spluttering Muttering virile shit Then smiles for the gram While she cries behind him Friends won’t deny him Cause silver tounges Spray redemption And apologetic half confessionals Shame about her Sucking devil dick Tastes better than honesty If only the charm he had modestly Reduced like his moral reach While the meandering and pandering Lands into a final straight Why are you a shitty friend?