Submissions by L316

I am the king of nothing. 

As I hold my imperfections ten times over in my palms. 

I harbor nothing towards anyone anymore. 

The pain of getting close to others is just too hard to overcome. 

Or maybe this is a result of always doing as I'm told. 

For I am the king who has traded his soul for fool's gold. 

I thought I beat these imaginary armies, but they're back to over throw me. 

To reclaim their seat on my life and take control of my heart, mind, and soul. 

Time has beaten me to the point where I'm just so tired and...

I've been here before. 
Or at least I've passed through this town in a dream. 
The recollections of old memories sprout up like a rats nest of weeds. 
But In all honesty I can not bring myself to remember what inspired me to leave. 

I find myself peering down a path that still has untouched snow. 
Dead tree branches lay staggered along the dead tree covered road.
My curiosity was piqued as my footsteps became the first signs of life that this cold winter will show. 

The wind whispers, then periodically pauses. 
The stone road I walk on ends, so I...

Take this blue rose and fly free. 
Escape and pretend you were never entwined with my Insanity. 
Leave; I know you'll never return. 
But I will continuously be writing you letters that I either crumble up or burn. 
I guess your heart wasn't a luxury I was blessed to keep. 
This burden of forgetting is far too heavy and my hands have grown far too weak. 

It is so hard to leave our stage when our encore is in a huge demand. 
But now this affliction is like the ocean devouring our kingdom we built from sand. 
It's strange, how my obsession with you never...

Dear Tyler, 
How's life? 
Please enlighten me on how you think it's been. 
You still teetering on the verge between happiness and pretend? 
You say you still can't sleep at night because you're afraid of the fake images and scenarios of how life could and should have been. 

So I see you're still not interested in impressing the opposite sex. 
Guess you just got tired of being left with the mess of untangling the puppet strings they leave embedded in your chest. 
Yeah I know how that story goes, always seeing her face every time your eyes start drifting...