Paradigm Lost

Living is Loving

And Loving is Losing

So Living is Losing

But Life is no game,

Feeling is Falling

And Falling is Failing

So Feeling is Failing

But no one's to blame.

Like a pressed flower

In the pages of my mind,

Memory of joy.

You were right

Like a vessel full of blood and broken glass,

Cutting those nearby and staining the ground,

A drowning man sings no serenades,

He only gasps and grasps, and goes under.

Carry on

Strained back and broken heart,

Life cannot be lived in part,

Tearful eyes and tired feet,

Moving on the outlook's bleak,

For I tripped and then I fell,

Holding nothing left to sell,

Standing still a man apart

Strained back and broken heart.

In my quiet hours I ponder

With a masochistic verve,

That I cut so now I bleed

So I get what I deserve.

Pricking your fingers amid the roses in the garden,

Hearts don't heal over time, they harden.

Lessons learned

Forgiveness is a lie

Crafted by the weak,

Filling up their foolish heads

With platitudes to speak,

Loving is a joke

Narcissistic flame,

Burning up your good intent

And killing you with shame,

Joy is like a knife

Cutting through a vein,

After all is said and done

You're filled with naught but pain.

All the lessons I have learned

Broken bridges I have burned.