My brother is a hidden poet and I am jealous of...
Longing...
Day by day I grow
but tears ceases not to flow...
The night came with so many terrifying epiphanies
that by morning i was left brain dead...
My mind is a fortress
of un lived realities...
Slandered on the juvenile philosophy of candle lit...
We stagger our moments...
I can see you stood there alone,
nowadays you look like you perfer to be alone...
Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...
When you're too upset to cry
And Too sick to die...
I slowly flip through the pages,
some are not quite filled...
I can see you dying
I stretch my hand towards you...
The world is spinning out of control
It never stops spinning...
Left behind by time
I am far behind by all standards...