Writing
words you spoke
not your meaning I hear
inside I fear
so they make me choke
ready to run and hide
with my bags
packed to heavily
to escape from myself
ate from the tree of life
why did I not choose the tree of knowledge
to access the philosopher’s stone
the day I dread
when it all comes down
to the end
judging myself, what will I
have to say
time to become the old man
no longer willing to stray
from the path
life to breath
appearances that deceive
long the breath
longing for comfort
to crawl in
once you know
how fortunate you are
no longer long to run
from the past
consumption that consumed me
not far from pulling the trigger
close the chapter
no longer necessary
stripped the shell away
life to breathe
appaerances that deceive
long to breathe
comfort crawling in
soothing me
consumption that consumed me
comfort from the past
no longer necessary
stripped the shell away.
my eyes were deafened by the sound,
my ears were blinded by the sight,
as I realized I was standing in heaven,
feeling it like hell.
don’t need to be reminded
that there is nothing to give,
nothing to take,
when it belongs to us all
close my eyes, so I can see
the way I’m heading in
no longer waiting for the day
that’ll never come
don’t regret a thing.
©Steve Sniukas
i am not the one to mend
your broken heart.
i am not the one to feed
you life's energy.
i am not the one to show
you how to live.
just as;
you are not the one to teach
me how to love.
you are not the one to show
me how to love.
you are not the one to make
me live again.
No Not That One.
©Steve Sniukas
Force fed, like childrentreats that become a pain no free will left to breathe
treat you like a child they need to control how long before the rise in mutiny
the master that became the slave no free will left to breathe long since the brave has gone to feed
a monkey in a cage howling how long before the rise of rage to break free of the chains
long since past, the time of the master being in control count to three
Drop dead
©Steve Sniukas