Mrs. Angeles

Excuse me Mrs. Angeles,
but when you said you saw me,
was it the me I always wanted to be.

When we met
it was love,
you can't deny.
Walking down these mean streets,
you made me feel above
the fray,
and all the rest.
Setting me up
to put true talent to test.

Here's to you,
it's all for you,
for never letting me touch earth
and letting me buy
what you sold
about my worth.

You're not a stranger to beauty,
it walks all over you
on their way out,
rushing to that dark blue.
But you're protected
through past protege's
that speak through symphonies and epiphanies
put up high above my feeble attempts
to reach them.

So although I'm selected
I get there's no sure thing
in life
or on your streets
but your belief in me is new,
happens to be all I got.
Of you I ask one more:
To not letting me settle for the forgot.
I'm outside that bubble
with that lucky few.
So I'm just writing and waiting
until I wake up
and hear from you.

Don't spend stolen money, invest it

Revenge is a drug,
a sick abuse
that I've learned to become accustomed to.
But I found more
than you can ever buy
So this is goodbye
Goodbye

It is time
to get what we deserve,
to steady this shook hand
and sign that dotted line.
Just try and take my memory
attempts will stay in vain.
I will never back down
if one thing's for sure,
you raised a fighter.

Just come looking for that closure,
you'll find me unsympathetic,
yes you are pathetic.
Brace yourself,
I will run this to the ground
if it means you'll feel it.
Oh I know you'll feel it.

Build me up by tearing us down.
Oh I bet you wont regret
raising this prodigal son.
Was I even a son?
Or just a gap to fill the silence.
Your last inmate,
tunneled out,
skipping that life sentence.
Leaving you a shawshank warden
to pull that trigger.
I'm sure it was surreal,
finally having to feel.

Fight or Flight

Knowing sterilizing the sick

will just make them endure,

trapping this doctor 

into finding a cure. 

Patients pulse fading fast,

wheeled in,

he doesn't think he can last. 

His eyes stand alone

in showing sign of fear.

His body lies ashamed:

of becoming too accustomed 

to this now forgotten world,

always having to be the rock,

and allowing himself to sink. 

Too young to be here,

is the last thought

in this broken brain. 

The guardian has left

with the hope

there is no more pain. 

Another victim,

counted, 

with the sad and the sick. 

Regret with every breath,

fight till the final tick. 

You can't mend a man 

that has lost the will to live,

opting out, 

of every cured plan,

convinced he gave

all he could give. 

Life's ups and downs 

are shown on the screen. 

He believes he's found

all he could seek, 

allowing himself, 

one final peak. 

This doctor, 

no longer in search

of this cure behind the curtain. 

This disease took shape

to make his suspicions certain. 

Torn between struggle

of wrong and right,

forced to decide, 

fight or flight.