Breather...

The has been that had everything to give... Feeling there's not much left to believe in... Seems life took its toll on such a pure heart... Still able to feel the marks made of scars... The once fierce luv'r so passionate time did not exist... Hides behind doors unable to coexist... As lost as not knowing which way to go... It's as if eyes watched the whole world explode... Leaving nothing but shattered memories of somewhere else... Feeling emotion run in n outta itself... The beast that has forgotten how to fight... Just another creature slithering through the night... Afraid to be touched so there's no opening up... Failing to remember what so long ago was... Fiddling at best with a linger n no aim... The pain hurt so bad intentions can't even hate... Yet there's a peace within that has eased the mind... Comfortable in the silence conducting rhymes... The big bad wolf finally got what it deserved... Having to sit still as the imagination repeatedly lurked... Creeping in between the head n the chest... As there's not much left to confess... The old dog leared its lesson after all... Able to kick back n relax its paws... Thinking of better days that don't mean shit... Glad that the balls some time ago were clipped... As the solitude has helped in so many ways... For the confusion of self to be drained... It was like drowning in a swamp when the undertow gave a tug... Muddy waters made it hard to see so it was the end to luv... With nothing to show for a lifetime of charm... The deadliest kiss came through like a closslining a forearm... Decapitating all sense of passion as it rolled across the floor... Kicked n stomped until there was nothing more... N the caring vibe let go of hope for quite some time... Redirecting worth n attempting to correct the eyes... For the blur took pixels n scrambled the colors into a smudge... As everyone looked the same n were constantly judged... Giving space to a loner in need of a breather... Begging the coach to bench the over achiever... Though yrs came around the spinning of the clock... As ears listened to the ticking n the tocks... Just to find a better version of the believer waiting for its turn... Mature enough to avoid the heat of a flame as it burns... As if a time capsule dug from the deepest of depths... Feeling the warmth grow near the pickings of one more chance before the becoming of death...