Devolution

What dull passions capture such inquisitive minds, that they are numbed to their own intricacies, lost in the filth of those things that slowly disentangle veins of knowledge and self preservation. A slow, ruinous process of devolution; so close to the end of things that once held us captive in spirit, but now only our bodies find the chains a force to struggle against.

Pheromones

Is it human nature to second guess? Is it me? The majority? Maybe it’s the insecurity; I always let it get the best of me. I wonder. If I’m what you want, if there’s something you want from me. I arch my back and bite my lip but what is this animal in me and why is she aching to come out? Im stuck in the dark, but she’ll be there to care for me. She wants the best for me. But if she’s in me then she is me and she wants the best for only herself. I’ll wait. But I can’t. She prowls out and devours my thoughts. Invades my mind and fills it with you. Me and her. Her and you. What is it about pheromones? You creep out and hang about as if you know. Can you sense them? Is it human nature? Is it me? The majority?

Dreams Into Nightmares

Looking forward to the culmination of childhood dreams
Dreams turn into reality, but reality is twisted
Distortion comes unwelcome but it comes nonetheless
The days turn into weeks of tirelessly working
Weeks into months and years and time flies but you aren’t having fun

Exhausted.
The fatigue comes later, much later
When the dreams are unrecognizable and your heart beat slows
When recognition dawns and the curtain is drawn
The culmination of dreams that were never dreams
Never dreams, always nightmares

When this crazy stampede of people pass over and away
When staring eyes pierce into the insecurities of your sad, sad soul
Your dreams are of the light, your nightmares are of darkness
Its the thought that counts but you worked towards a goal that was never there

Your dreams become nightmares
And its unreachable, you are denied access to the one true desire of your heart
You change paths because its never too late
When dreams turn into reality and reality is a nightmare
Your are the dream, you live in the nightmare
The culmination of your twisted reality

Evolution Of The Individual

You were this clean shaven mess, with only trouble on your mind. You were this sweet thing — a little boy lost. You were one to thirst, a mind waiting to be filled. You were so careful and let no information your curiosity, kill. You felt with your heart the unfamiliar love, and ached with the hurting, full of sympathy. You were the epitome of “not the norm” and you opened these eyes to real men in young form. You were full of potential, not to be cliche, and I loved you for you, and that was okay. There was a fork in the road, we both made so many decisions. When you closed your ears and your eyes, your mind closed with them. Maybe everyone changes, and not always for the best. But without you, I’m forever searching for the rest. Because a little rebellion is understandable, but shouldnt change who you are. Is the feeling of self worth and pridefulness really the problem? Most people drift away, this I understand. And tying them down will not keep them close. You are who you are, and thats who I wanted. But even if not beside me, couldnt you be who you are? Maybe whatever is blinding you to this is permanent, though I pray to God its not. But losing you myself is life, but you losing you is not.