“Relinquished.”

Permanence is such a petty thing when it pertains to life. Actions we take, decisions we make, the simple choice to wake up every day is enough to make an impact that can last centuries. Yet, a single lifetime is never enough. Yearning for more, we strive to make our lives longer, grasping at just a bit more time, more, more, more. We end up living so long, only to realize that all things must end. To turn back and see that the eternity you sought was spent doing nothing.
Was it worth it?

Traced and laced, a grand design.
You play the hero, oh so fine
A decorated resolution to your own crimes
An eternity spent wanting more time.
While tears are shed from eyes turned blind
Chased and strived, for a life you sought
Without ever having second thoughts
Not once did you stop, never did you pause
With your back to the past, atop your noble cause
Further and further did you climb, a height that only you defined
Time after time, a hero of your own design
With gleaming eyes that burned so bright
When did your eyes become so blind?

“Fifty-Six.”

For every word I put to pen
A thousand more remain unsaid
One, two, three, four
On and on, a thousand more

In every night, your jade green eyes
Shine so bright, enticing me with lies
A prison locked with a snow cold kiss
Remind me of the one I continue to miss
Keep me still, beside your heart
With winter nights, we start to part
Away, away, so far away
But locked am I, with words I can never say
Blinded by hope, and a promise to protect
Chains of jasper, clasped firmly around my neck
Not ready to let go, afraid of being alone
My still-white demon, where did you go?

“Form.”

I despised isolation.
But somehow, I couldn’t help but adore the feeling.
Alone, I was finally able to see who I was
What I was.
A self I could never have faced otherwise.
Perhaps I should be grateful.

Crawl upon my fingertips
Kiss me with your strawberry lips
And sway my heart with devil’s hips
String me up with moonlit cords
And dance, with my drugged corpse
Words that streamed from lips now aged
Gone, locked away, inside your porcelain cage
How could I forget, while forced in chains
Lessons taught, like drops of rain
Enamored within a reality I could never maintain
Please believe, this is not who I was meant to be
This version of me, blinded, unable to see
How could I forget, the feeling burned into my heart
I regret to say, I have lost the capacity
To turn these awful words, into beautiful art.