heavy raindrops
drown in teardrops.
surprise.
my hands soaked
in black burning
desperation.

(cannot hide
my face right now)

i've lost you.

turning towards
night.
lonesome late
silence
bursting down the street.
unnoticed
all-night
selfdestruction.

(cold wind won't
lie)

i've lost you.

empty taste
of your light white skin,
porcelain peel.
drunk bare
fingertips
down your
back.
back and forth.

i've lost you.

oily morning
light,
once again.
hurting my
mutilated eyes.

my body in pieces.
cursed/blessed.

somewhere there,
lying on the ground,
crying,
making no sound.
truth.

a new day
had found me.
warm beer
sleeping near
empty bed.

i've lost you.

Facade.

hide the face that shows the state
don’t let it humiliate,
everyday put on the hidden facade
and pray to god,
that they don’t shout
and let it get all out,
i never forget the words they said
let my mind erupt until someones dead
i wonder if that’s their goal
to crush every soul
and the victims they seek
seem happy never leak
a cent of depression
warning viewer discretion
is advised
events resized
forget the scripts i read
follow me, i’ll lead
but if you agree to follow
you just drop down below
clear your own path
don’t sit and suffer their wrath
devastation
annililation
inundation
continuation
repitition­
intermission
lost nation
misinterpretation
to conclude; i’m dead inside
from everytime they lied
selfdestruction
internal eruption…

- JacobDexterCoffey--

i'm Prone to selfdestruction.
but you keep me safe.
I'm prone to self hating.
but you give me something to love.
i could live through anything.
eXcept losing you.
im prone to the bad thoughts.
but you scare them away.
you keep me safe from myself.
even If you dont know it.
your the sunrise to the obsidian shadows of my soul.
Even if you dont know just how much you mean to me.
i do.

Parched are my lips
saddened from every emotion you feel
my voice apologizes
for my cowardice
I'm too afarid to ask
for every hardship you face
my silence is an assailant
kills every moment of bliss

Dried up thoughts and helpless gestures
It's as though I'm watching your body suspended
on to a cliff
My hands urge me to save you but my mind makes me wait
I'm not sure what is the right option
I'm a marionette

..controlled..

My mind
jammed
too afraid of what
May escape your tired tongue
tongue tied
bushwhacked
I remain broken
from selfdestruction
I remain at peace unaware of your destruction

Son: which way to war?
World: asked the soldiers of grace.
Son: Song!
Men: Of those that answered the call, soldiers of named grace, answer to name: Song! If grace to ever come to peace.
Son: Men answering thousand cries heared: Word to Song!
World: Be redemption day tears of rain to water the battlefields of soul to fall in love to heart break to holy.
World: Wardone! Third age since the reason to argue dead of lesser evils to become to die in selfdestruction soul not bare to be left a place to fill not designed to backbone or future or any public reason, till public still reason lost in the new world.
Son: Wordone! Song..
World: To love match ruthless. Lamb to sent to wolf as told
Son: Name..
Men: To sing about, many
World: The singing of taught to forward to heaven costs life, the song to honor a part to own verse to forever and all, died to overcome death, till one heared to sing. Till every hear shall sing all the heavens repeat: holy! Since.
Son: The Singing Father
Father: Son every song a brother recognized the company have a tune to sing and cry to teach
World: "February Song!" At march sang: "soldier of grace!" Said: "To ask if to know to be" "which ways to war?" Kept from cold a heart of worry, nohow to be bold. With boys sang "song of name to be" Song: Brother's brother called to answer be "which ways to the world." Fathers son call: "the world to end" In the song: "singing!"
World: The february song every night a bar or drunk or old man to recall by Lord made a law to not be a night not heared honored an angel to responsible.
Angel: Song! Called on men march the mountains
Song: "Which way to Heaven"
Angel: "Here!" From a hill side told to save, for Lord pleased.
Soldiers of name: Grace: the Dom
7th Son, Lord to verse the hymn: