Eye’s open in the dark

Dark Poetry

Iris’ disintegrate pupils dilated although 75% of the world’s population has brown eyes that’s impervious here, “What’s that my Dear, you’re scared”? Don’t worry those are just nightmares daydreams caused by insufficient light a perception in the event of an untimely demise , ok- now you can open your eyes, and witness the truth behind the lies that sill can’t make u believe me silently wishing you were still…the cold chill of the night air feels real that’s all I know so I return back to the old me to the cold streets still hungry, horny, and over-sexed, this is the beginning of the matrix A world in which I have created, patiently waited, calculated and debated witnessed the resurrection of perfection because so many hated, I Am the grandmaster to another realm of inception the spinning top that never slows down wearing the crown of a merciless underground King living in a cell of mental blocks inside Pandora’s box or labyrinth translated into Spanish El laberinto del fauno 

 

This is definitely not the right time to fall in love with me sweetie, you may not come back the same - I’m just being honest, desperately holding onto your last name, so what of fame? And fortune just getting my turn, since some people aren’t interested in money, some people just wanna watch the world burn, turning slow on its axis a 360 degree contradiction of urban gothic hip-hop fiction a simple walking contradiction, waking up screaming clutching my black satin sheets alone thinking she was still lying next to me, in these dark times I find serenity through poetry writing intently by candlelight with my MP3 since music calms this savage beast within my pen this is how I begin - opening eyes wide shut to incomprehensible gibberish that’s counterfeit blending in with shadows and dark angels wingless that can’t take flight, describing certain things that go bump in the night

 

It seems that I have another person’s blood on me, since I can’t find a wound only thing I can think of is my heart, that’s bulletproof now wearing kevlar inside a fortress of solitude built these walls up over the last past century the heartbroken poet is how they will remember me, screaming silently from emotional responses that seem frail hysterically blind reading this piece in Braille an obscure oblique antiquated muse that just plain refuses to move the same subject matter of the ladder I wish these times were simply happier the unconditional situations just makes me furious, curious of why so serious, should’ve kept it simple stupid now the dark knight moves are more lucid and canid not playing with a full deck just all Jokers the hand he was dealt

He has to constantly remind himself to protect your neck, since most Kings get their heads cut off from a stupid remark, remember to try and open your eyes when left in the …dark