End of An Era

In my pursuit of all things, some get left behind
If you can’t run with me or wait, that should be a sign
You need to find somebody that suits your speed
My heart’s already broken, so don’t make it bleed
Cause if I drop a pint, or even an ounce
Any hint of treachery or hate that amounts
To us not being like we was in the better days
Me against the world, looking into purple haze
In the State of Truman when I dropped that bomb
One girl I saw, she sat and sobbed
Broke the oath and what she heard wasn’t nice
Lose-lose situation, but forgive me Price
All of those satin days, and diamonds nights
Truth shall set you free, that was my sacrifice

Untitled Number Three

what makes us what we are?
is it a single event?
a person or people?
what makes a good person go bad?
is it nature or is it something mysterious?
its just a question of mine
but it probably wont get answered

Untitled Number Two

can a friend be as a lover
as peanut butter is to jelly?
sharing the mind's fruits
as well as yourself
is it illegal to think erotic thoughts
where there should be platonic ones?
is there a way to fulfill fantasy
without compromising purity?

Untitled Number One

i see maroon
this love has exhausted me because
she indeed has said farewell too many times
too many to count
time itself needs time to heal this sickness
within the pandora's box that is my mind
words alone cannot heal me
i am in need of something
deeper than words
deeper than actions
deeper than myself
that may not even actually exist
but nonetheless i am in need of
i may be anxious, and maybe this yen
for assistance will subside
interim, it has claimed residence inside me
and doesnt appear on leaving anytime soon