Emptying my Mind

I remain lingering in ghostly shackles,
To gaze on silhouettes molding to figures.
Breathing in indignant self remarks,
And itching the worn out skin on my fingers.
I am growing accustom to bitter feeling,
If you are autumn, then I am a tree,
I hate watching the stars fall to represent new season,
But where the sun hits, it still chills me.
I am growing accustom to bitter feeling,
I can feel this slowly turning to routine,
But if the sun never comes up again,
Then I am the leaves of an Evergreen.

Count your gems behind grinding teeth,
And ignore the sinking ship beneath our feet.
Rat race for what you want, not what you need.
Anchor fails to be culrpit, it is just us overburdened with greed.
We walk on deep miracle,
But still venture for more,
We are bound to the dollar,
But continue to look down on the poor.
Before we are stuck in what the triangle intends,
I want to move away. With a girl and maybe a few friends,
And live life the way it was intended,
With the most pure of intentions.

I started this puzzle with you,
And it ended with lonesome drinks,
I bound my brain to your wardrobe,
And my heart to your sink.
Fading memories, starving for water,
But when I checked your sink ran dry.
I searched the house for glass doors,
And I’m convinced I haven’t found them all.
Hours went by until I realized,
This house is just a never ending wall.
Barricade my lips, But
Let me touch yours.
Hopeless is my hope,
And that is what brings fourth the content I wish for.
This is a relapse of past feeling,
But now I just can’t seem to find key.
The beat of your voice is deafening,
But for some reason I now can’t see.
To shed light on this puzzle would make the game stricter,
And I’m afraid to miss smell of this house.
Impatiently, I’ll sit back and let the pieces construct their own picture.
And I’ll sit and feel the metal of your worn-out couch.
I miss the warmth we never had,
But that still ate the frostbite in my bones.
I miss the sweaty grip of your hand,
But my dear; I can’t dismiss the feeling that feelings haven’t grown.

With distorted vision in a blizzard,
Worried birds flew too soon,
I’m the culprit of the winter,
And this white barrier hides the moon.
The birds missed beauty of the cold,
When frostbite gained control,
Now forgetting what was once told,
The moon greets me in it’s full.
My circle has been broken,
And my trail stretches farther,
Given sanity as my token,
These empty trails have become my father.

Tired eyes and tired time,
Tired from looking for ways to open your mind.
Looking down to witness your hand in mine,
My brain is a carpet and you’re the wine.

Insecurity meets path with conspiracy,
Lathering up ideas, resorting to indecency.
You seem to come and go with ease,
But I’ll look back to see you with me.

Supernatural skeleton,
Artificial skin with a solid heart.
With feelings far from fiction,
The skeleton walked just to fall apart.

And the moon looks so stunning,
So far away yet so vibrant,
Annual checks to support it’s regulate,
Annual checks to convince I’m sane.
But tonight I look at it with admiring eyes,
A distant crush;
Inside you can see the beauteous age within it’s compound,
Appreciation.
But from afar all your eyes view are scars.
Aside from your judgement; It stands strong, pure.
Miraculous display with envious characteristics,
A true miracle at it’s finest,
Keep your distance, watch, it’s inspiring.
With a charismatic touch comes fourth the inspired,
I’m familiar with this cult,
Now watch the moon take it’s course.
Come fourth the inspired,
And launch.

Type and delete,
Forget and move on.
Feel my feelings growing obsolete,
Sensing my senses weren’t intune all along.
The most ironic feeling of all;
Being unprepared but anticipating the fall.

I claim every star to be the brightest, 
When in the cluster, they are of norm,
I hate watching stars fall to other’s eyes,
While I only get to watch the storm.
I only hope for you to burnout and fall,
So you can finally be on groundlevel with me,
And to light you ablaze,
To show the world what a pretty star they were never lucky to see.

Rude awakening everytime I open my eyes,
I’m never prepared for the harsh landing,
My brain signalling screenwaves,
My perception proves understanding.
Outlook changed with every new sun,
Because I’m stuck in my artifical world,
I’ll never find happiness on the run,
But it meets me deep within my soul.