In The Eyes. . .

Poetic tale. . .

I can see so much.

The eye's, they don't lie.

Like the wind, It cries. .

But you know I'm not truly listening. 

Just whisper's to an already crowded place.

Lost I am in this messed up, overly crazed and jaded state.

Swimming into damned waves that are breaking and colliding on my worn and breaking face.

My jaded crooked lips are just so cracking and withering in this season of winter's war of the season's at me, at me.

Well I am lost in this blackness.

Darkness I simply kiss and sympathize with the moon over and over again.

Maybe I'm just getting into my hat of madness.

So many hats I do wear.

Sadness in blue and broken eyes slipping in and out.

Hello isolation.

Tell madness I will be back around after a quarter to ten.

Too busy with my mayhem and my little earthquakes inside my shattering heart.

What is it all really mean.

Blood on white jeans.

I feel at a hyper-sensitive rate and or state.

Wish I could negate all the hate.

It's just too damn late.

Hello darkness.

I won't fight you anymore.