8.3

8.3 remaining are you listening..

look at my face before the light goes out..

and you'll forget the only light you ever knew..

come and welcome the darkness and cold anew..

I want you to feel the warmth before you freeze..

and remember the sky and the summer breeze..

feel my touch as i lay beside you..

realize that we grew before we wither..

just 8.3 and what are you thinking?.

we're you satisfied with the life you were living?

if not then you should because you had time to bother..

while others have long gone, had no chance to ponder..

don't let the lights go out and the warmth grow cold..

Wrong direction..

the writer was pointed at the wrong direction..

it was OK, since his talents,no longer in isolation..

a sell out he may be but he gets recognition..

and most of all chance for absolution..

to express his mind across the world..

a chance to develop and come out better..

while writing under the wrong header..

the right destination, still he would find..

he keeps stroking the pen that he is using..

in hopes of writing something so amusing..

that when times comes and he reaches his destination..

then he would have already made the right decision..

Outlet..

Hungry is the artist without an outlet..

a bucket full of ideas..

a balloon bursting with content..

all gone to waste..

A blunt sword of a pen..

An instrument out of tune..

Discover a focal point..

release and reload..

Ghosts of ideas down the drain..

Avenge and let justice be done!..

just find the socket..

plug and play.. repeat as needed..

Inertia..

Oh such gravitational pull!..

the more I run away..

the more I am pulled back..

with such definitive force..

without even raising a finger..

blurring intentions and purpose..

trying to pull things together..

restrict and cut the vein!..

prevent this cute poison..

from spreading further..

So much for an effort so stray..

away from all the darkness..

when it ensnares..

just keep walking..

I'll make it through..

Immerse..

Venture in an unknown world..

Open up new possibilities..

to tread the water softly

minimize the ripples..

yeah thats the trick..

To emerge unscathed..

such a hard thing to do..

there's always a trap or two..

so easy to trip over..

probably best to..

Remember my reasons..

for this immersion..

and with it arise..

be resurrected..

as a better person..

Broken Mind..

An initial shock!..

Deranged distraught..

a reshuffle of the boggled mind..

with little time to spare..

mental notes shatter to pieces..

scribble thoughts..

spewing gibberish left and right..

dreadful yet enlightening..

a momentary separation..

to look at things as they are..

from a different angle..

from a bigger perspective..

this fine line between insanity and reality..

has provided crystal clarity..

between a the big picture..

and a simple caption..

break the cycle and cancel the noise..

within the simple silence lies deafening echoes..

echoes of the heart and soul long forgotten..

buried under the rubble of uncertainty..

fix my head with this broken mind..

Indestructible..

Broken and taken to the limit..

stripped from the comfort zone..

did what was needed to move on..

what of the broken shell?

form the debris emerges a stoic being..

born into an unknown world..

plunged deeper into the darkness..

but carries within him..

blood, sweat,tears, memories and.. wisdom..

detached from the world he called his..

but stronger and better in the midst..

of destruction and reinvention..

a dark shell a neo entity..

staring away at a wasteland.. stronger..better..darker..