The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss (Poem)

I see myself in the mirror, no reflection.

Watching with no sound

I change my road everyday, no direction

Confliction on redirecting images snaps me back before i hit the ground.

I can breathe when i want to, i need not air

My heart moves never

Even if i die from lack of, you need not care

Which is even better



When i die ill be remembered

Even in sleep I'm missed

In sleep my mind is gone and dismembered

When i awake I'm pissed.



I can feel the Suns rays hitting my face

Still there is no life in my space

I crave a taste but fulfilment's not found

And as quickly as i started i stop without sound



I lack the light in the room that watches

Scream in rooms that's meant to silence

Even when gunshots end with blotches

I laugh in the face of violence

The depth of me falls deeper than the Earths abyss

Electric chair. (Poem)

She choked for 48 seconds straight,

All the while her skeleton snapped and locked before she started to dissipate.

Eyes rolling to the back of her skull without struggle,

If only her restraints would start to cooperate.

The closed mouthed screams seemed to defeat the purpose of the muzzle.

All the while her eye contact was fleeting,

And as her heart stopped beating the watchers started to leave their meeting.

As if the occasion was subtle.

The pain and the struggle was ended by one second of death,

And as the watchers stared grim there was relief in the room as the air escaped the hold of her chest.

Emotional cap. (Poem)

If you look in my eyes you will be confused yet mesmerized

Dark with no color yet full of life

if you look at my heart you'll think that my body withered and died

old crevices darkened and covered with ice

My teeth stay clinched so tight they begin to hurt

even when the pain is unbearable

A quickened pace leave disturbances within my shirt

disruptions of thought are terrible

i search but i cant find the feeling of being.. alive

My mind spins in every other direction

When will the sanity promised by youth finally arrive?

Lessons forgotten start the ripple effect with issues of digression