Empty.

I know I am smart,
But I'm definitely not perfect.

Lightening on the brightest day.
Its my darkest hour.

You wonder how I stay so happy.
I accept pain, darkness, and this emptiness.

Colliding into a concrete wall.
Jaw broken, heart shattered.
Clinging to all that I have left, not much.

Living on life's delicate showers.
The very ones that drowned me deep.

Till' lights dimmed and the water cooled.
Daylight broke the silent chills, the moonlight cried to sleep.

The very ones that choked me.
Killed me. Used me.
The very ones that leave me.

Empty.

Weeds.

Love fails every time.
But hate lives past all bright days,
It survives, like weeds and even stronger.

My heart, fonder.
Killing everything I am,
Everything I could be.

Drowns me in the darkest sorrows,
until morning due...
no longer follows.

Simplicity.

Happiness no longer ceases to exist.
Its light is for you,
A candle, flickers.

Not here.
Not now.
Or ever.

Say awake until I can no more.
My vision blanks,
my pulse slows.

Sunny days, I heard you wonder.
Away from me,
Away, thy yonder.

Artistification.

I will never stop making art.
No matter how hard I try to pull myself away from it,
ideas continue to run though my head.

An artist is and artist.
Inspiration runs thought our blood,
and it can never fade out.

Art is what I thrive on.
It what gets me through the darkest nights,
and gives me highs on the brightest days.

I can't imagine how people live without it.
It is without a shadow of a doubt, my oxygen,
My cocaine. my addiction.