lost is lost and found is found but gone is lost on its way to be found and lost again amongst the gone only to be forgotten. 

Today i saw the man in the moon and was not happy with him all fat, ugly and sad within his joy is false and love ignores him, no wonder why he lives on the moon for all the good deeds he done and none would give him praise so cold and dark this man must be ,but you will never see. today i saw the man on the moon and that man was me.

i made this and i both like and dislike it at the same time

 Alone i have no one to talk to so many feelings inside i hide away, I’m a machine no emotions to share with any one, No one to share them with any way, Nothing for me alone i am free yet sad i live. locked in my bottle with all my feeling driving me mad i cant go on the drugs of the world release no pain, None can save me from what i  have become hiding in side my shell of fake personality’s. Lost among them i lost my self who am i the thug or the scholar, are my thoughts me own or of those around me. I have nothing.

Still can not bring my self to write

My loss of words is killing me my future bleak and dull inspiration never comes, i don’t know how i write at all. it seems to me my muse is gone or was never there at all, there is more to this in time it may not come for writers block has got me now, i fear it may have won.

hourglass

Walking a mile in snake skin shoes, venom like acid it fills my heart. love me you must, kill you i will. Far from the night a shooting star hope in the distance forgotten no more. Rainbow of blood shows me the way.