Power of the tongue
Do not tread lightly, for We
Can speak life or death

My pen offends me
Acted like I didn’t see
But, it wrote the truth

The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed

Im glad that the Heart
Beats only on its accord
For my Mind, gave up

He sighs; chancing a look in the mirror
Eyes glaring back with unrestrained disdain
His heart rises, breaths accelerate
Offering his reflection only contempt
. . .
That wretched reflection only he sees

The cold needle pressed into my arm
Pushing song after song until I feel warm.
Laying there in my own personal comatose
Only feeling beat after beat as I overdose

Drowned out in my world of song
Fade deeper and deeper like nothings wrong
Between the headphones only I exist
Music my life support, my IV in my wrist