devise

the freedom that you had, remains in your hand.
though it might look bad, it went how you planned.
a winner in your eyes, a disappointment in your heart.
getting the prize, depends on where it is you start.
so sinking to the bottom, was all that you really did need.
when it becomes autumn, there wil be a day to answer your plead.
though you will regret your choice, the future looks bold.
as you build up your eager voice, you will lose the one you hold.

but the best part i see, is everyone watching you fall (for free).
they all tend to agree, its better then watching anything on t.v.

for the better part

i become what i never once was,
a fake face that walks among you.
it was such a great faux pas,
always facing in your view.
laugh at me now,
its what i want and need.
gain me the attention of crowds,
it helps this facade feed.
but the soul inside,
its void.
it hasn’t died,
it wishes to be enjoyed