HE is what WE feel should BE what we NEED.

Tears are what drives him

Yes, tears and love lost and found

He has nothing more than what he feels

But the problem is that he feels absolutely nothing

He goes through each of his days

Sulking in the cravenness being that he is

He knows no bounds to his happiness

For this emotion does not exist among his repertoire

Dieing within occurs secondly for him

He has a funeral every day to remind him of what he has

Its a funeral that no one attends

And he wrote the obituary

He was the only one in the pews

He dug the grave

He constructed the coffin

He was the one in the grave

He was the one mourning for this lost soul

He was the one filled with content over the loss

He does not understand exactly what he is

Or where he came from

He spends his days in sadness

Wondering if ever he will find his place

But he realizes that his place is right here

Within the abyssal paradise that he has created

For here

He can be himself

If ever that existed

For here

He can release the emotions from within

If Only he could feel

For here

There is no limit to his laughter

But he can’t smile

Here

He can share his love, and spread it to the world unknown

But love has died, and such a feeling of this sort

Id forbidden

Why is it forbidden, he may ask

He does not know this yet

But, He forbids it himself

The love that he did have

Has been tossed around like the once red heart in his chest

For his heart is no more than a charcoal

Even a diamond in the rough would be considered a blasphemous analogy for his soul

He shall forever sulk in the nothingness that he is

He shall forever drown himself in the tears he spills

He shall forever poison himself in the gas of his own mind

He shall never know what true happiness and joy is

He shall always lack the one thing that everyone posses

He shall always be one step behind

He shall always be the underdog

He will always be the loser

Yes, The loser

Not any loser, but THE  Loser

For this title fits him very well

And he wears it like a crown

He will always live up o this standard and nothing more

He will never realize that the darkness is all he has

And he will always chase his grandiose astral dreams…..

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  • Corywarr on Dec 22, 2010

    Is good I hope to grow up to be just like you ashton :D lol

  • AshtonDavis on Dec 23, 2010

    Lol wow dude, it’s just how I feel sir, thats all that poetry is, what we feel

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