Some nights I look to the stars
And feel that's where I should be.
Detached from all the destitution,
The agony and misery.

To peer inside and see what's true,
Not an easy thing to do.
When all that's left are broken shadows,
That once defined you.

Seeking answers in a world of questions.
Incomplete just like the crescent,
Ever since, my adolescence.
So I measure my essence by my progression.

I turn to you,
In the desolation,
When little else resounds.
When all I feel is nothingness,
Oblivious to here and now.

So much to say,
But scared to say it the wrong way.
Led astray,
Towards the dawn, is how I pray.

Every day,
I wake up, to my dismay.
All I see are, trails of grey that never fail to prey

On my mental physique,
Every waking thought, I critique.
No pillars for support,
Just dark clouds to seethe the bleak,

In purgatory.
Struggling to cipher new forms,
To purge new norms.
There cannot be two skies,
But only two storms

Where to look for inspiration,
When devoured by speculation?
Can't find my motivation when overwhelmed by frustration.

To draw upon an empty fountain,
To find words to move a mountain,

Can't look above must move forward,
Can't help but feel cornered.
Because I refuse to reliquinish my right
To not do, what I'm ordered.

A lone wolf, brash and reclused, but not obtuse
I spill truths,
Around the neck of lies,
Lies my noose.

Waves of an ocean,
Swarm within me,
Wheels in motion.
Unhinge your preconceived notions n leave your dreams broken,

A life of falsities.
Day to day,
Nothing but alter-eges.
Just a cult of sheep,
Sometimes I wish life
Had a Control Alt Delete.