read my cry

an introduction to a new day and age
a new language, invading the page.

entailing a touch of the old
but forget what you knew

as i go ahead and tell the stories
of what i've been through.

all the secrets and memories
that seemed extraordinary

but are really what im running from
and prove to be very scary

obscure guidelines flow
my hot wheel selection

no mr. jr.
in my language called protection.

plant seeds of my tree
and watch money grow.

addicted to the smoke
and slowly count it go-

to none. and now my demon has won
DUMB, to commit murder but never run.

MIND GONE.
pen overflowing expression

im a man of few words
but i stray from wrong impressions

the game is the same
and this player is never changing

glass slipper shoe selected
to be your prince and charming-

no alarming
intruder alert is on recline.

whats it even matter
if im never on your mind-

time.
is all she wanted but now a her
has returned

although once burned
tables have no turned

she speaks, while i hang on every word
because her bullshit actions are heard to be heard

but never to be ignored
mind goes on a tour.

attacking true feelings
so we all live a lie

but claim fake never
and watch each other die

crashing and burning
and you just stare at the flames

feeding my pain only to do it again
so light it up again and but it all away.

inhale the rush only to exhale relaxation
all leading to a stoned representation

of happiness remaining the saddest lie.
no tears, just ink. read my cry.