Sins!

The seasons of despair know no bounds;

One tries to get you on your feet

To drop the sense of consciousness,

It slams the certain in your face

And burns the reason to the ground.

Daydream

I say I’d give myself up over something worthy enough to change the course of my life, then I turn to admit that I should stop daydreaming.

So?

What if I told you that the tears in my eyes have dried?
Would it matter if I say that I have moved on?
Will you stop seeing me the way you see me?
And how will I ascertain that you’re doing fine too?
Note: No inquiry intended.
~amirflame

Shitty!

What the hell is happening around me!
How people can be this moronic!
If one needs consistent pestering from the thing it hates,
He’s welcome to my life.
-amirflame