The Crowded Street

[Wolf]

I felt crappy all day and thought this up while I was taking a shower. And yes a crappy mood deserves a crappy poem. If I didn't write it down I would have just bottled it up.

~The wood shatters with a creak
from the hand this blood will seep
though the cuts are not too deep
the heart was never mine to keep
My scars all begin to ache...

So these pills the mouth will take,
but they cannot alleviate,
nor those drinks begin to sate,
the body still is filled with hate,
My voice tries to choke them back...

Still these tears run through the cracks
of this façade that is the mask
seeing the day that it was cast
burned to my eyes from recent past
My life has turned into a mess...

Trudging forward nonetheless
through the sea of facelessness
only wanting to profess
the pain that will not be suppressed

I begin to announce...

I am angry at alleged affection,
always awkwardly acting apathetic,
and awash with an abundance of apprehension.
I can now only attempt actual altruism.

Will my life remain a party of one?~

[Wolf]

Got bored in physics and re-worked it while listening to music so I know it's still kinda basic. Less angry and more about a past I wished I fixed.

~Enthralled and yet unbounded
you love is so unfounded
my chance has come around but
could your wings ever keep me grounded?

Your tears are running through the cracks
of this facade I call my mask
so no, you do not have to ask
we'll both be total fucking wrecks

My love is hypocrisy
in the face of empathy
you sense all my apathy
so why do you keep loving me?

Your tears are running through the cracks
of this facade I call my mask.
so no, you do not have to ask
we'll both be total fucking wrecks

It seems we both survived the fall
now that you've broken down these walls
you can look and see it all
but will our love begin to stall?

I think your face says it all...

Your tears are running through the cracks
of this facade I call my mask.
so no, you do not have to ask
we'll both be total fucking wrecks
(such total fucking wrecks)

Please tell me this is not the end
I won't let you become a friend
You love will not become my lie
now that you've taught me how to fly
Just please reach out and hold my hand
Our future's just around this bend

We've all had our cross to bear but, with me, you won't ever have a care. These wings we have are ours to share, hand in hand we'll leave here as a pair. Down the path of those who dare. With a heart you finally repaired.~