Beacon

My parts are italicized .

Fracturing False Bricks

Specifications on inspirations
leave me with a frustration that I can’t speak of;
driven deep into the pure edges of snow
with the blood of my innocence revealed,
I’m unsure of what to express,
for I am unsure of how I feel.

My thoughts a swirling tempest,
not allowing a moments rest
Unable to focus,
lost in the daily suicide.
no puff or pill helps me decide
I decry my tasks and put on my masks
and pretend that all is how I wish it to be

And you can’t see my true face,
the one that is shattered,
not that it would matter;
because you would merely, raise your boot to crush me,
to suck the life, out of me, and as it is,
I have trouble breathing,
I’m seething, and pulling at my leash,
and if I ever break the noose,
it will be you who lose.

the comfort of your delusions
and illusions of priority
turn me loose and you will see truth’s light
blinding you with a single beam
showing how things aren’t all that they seem
and the fantasy you live in is destined to end