Clock: The Nememis

If the man is robbed blindy
of his dreams by the clock
Then when this is realized
more time will be lost to shock
after everything is lost
he will fight for it still
whatever he wanted
it would never be true until
he finally reached the end
the path sketched with pain
stained with tears forgotten
and blood rinsed by the rain
contortion parallel to earth
a motionless stare ahead
looking at what could've been
while it's looking at you dead.

Feeling Good

the only reason i'm writing
i heard a beat and i felt it
something more than interaction
when my mentals became melted
i see the flowers falling
gliding, almost like they were flying
more comfortable than lips to a blunt
while i'm layback reclining
melody and beat combining
got me feelin' on another level
if i'm asleep or wish i was
deal or none why don't we settle
feelin smoother than a petal
ripped last from the bulb
love really not in question
if another flower's pulled.

Crying Over Pros for No Reason

I close my eyes
and allow my mind's escape
to much pressure on my brain
and i feel it's bout to break
my pulse is an earthquake
all sound is tuned out
i sigh and reminisce
then think what to do now
before i make decisions
i meditate in thought
i see the face i once loved
a heart in the hand dropped
a smile of masterpiece
a laugh to charm a rage
a freedom that all imagine
a fear to break the cage
nothing as it seemed
now that my eyes are open
the brain is confused
and the heart feels broken
a loud ringing sounded
the eyes drip the salt
a hope that all could end
sure i must be at fault
a scream that could puncture
a pain with no drug
a false sense of security
a day with no love
everytime i think about
the events halting breathing
i find no point in crying
over pros for no reason.