Jason Wallace Poetry: 61 books

So aloneI'm turning to stoneThe blood in my veinsJust spilled on the groundAnd no one's aroundBut pain I causedFor us bothIt's a demon whose faceHas already shownI thought being grownMeant making mistakesBut taking the blameAnd erasing the painAnd when that seed's sownKnowing...

Only nothingness exists, but I don't give a shit... too dead inside to care.

I could be the one to cherish youTo always let you know I'm there for youTo be the rock to hold you upWhen you feel like you'll fallIf you're not afraid you'll failYou might find Heaven in your HellIn these arms that'd carry youIf you think you've lost it all

I wish you could find the sameBecause in your brainYou seem to think that it's okTo leave someone hurting in such a wayBreaking hearts, tearing apartAll inclinationTo move past sentimental sensationBroken angel, maybe of my own creation

I wishYou weren’t the oneTo hurt meYou always knewJust what not to sayYou really liked to lure meInto a false sense of hopeAnd for fun, turn right aroundAnd just take it all away

Hand to faceAm I realNot at all the oneTaste, lipsFeelHoping for more... but noneDid you imagineWe could do this hereI'm no oneI'm just the man thatMade it clear that I want you closeI could beEverything you ever wanted to haveSymbol of... of... of the thing you needed most

Could I still be a manIf all of this makes me cryMaybe I'm not doin all I canCuz maybeAll your promises were liesMaybe everythingWe thought we had is goneMaybe that's whyI wanna break down n die

All thisMakes me sickSo much moan and pissLike I could ever give a shitEveryone everywhereIs always lookin at meThey stop and stareAnd then blow past meExcept all the onesI thought that matteredThey try to bring me down,Surround me like some hypocritesThinkin my ego'll shatter

I thought I'd murder...Hurt her.I loved it.My first love first earnedI learned to not trust.I fucked my lifeI nearly lost my lifeFor herFor her.Whenever I saw my fuse shorter...I tried not to snap...To only get her backBut not get her back.

Tonight, I don't thinkThat I could put down my drinkAnd have to go back to thatLonely, lonesome homeWhere it all leaves me all aloneAnd there's no one there to hear me sayThat I wish with all my mightThat each and every nightYou'd at least, in a dream, come my way

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.Maybe things won’t have to be this way.Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,Is the dawn of some brighter day.I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.I don’t know just how to make this right.The pain and the strain of a loss of hopeGetting...

My mouth sewn shutMy eyes will bleedNo way to be wholeThough I feel the needRotting through a body of flesh,Infecting me with wounds so freshDead to my core,Hoping to beBut still living no more

Ah, memories, gone.Misery, so long.Enduring and unending,Calcifying my bones to thePoint of putrid rancidness,Hate, unbending,Pretending to notKnow that I’m right and you’re wrong,That I would be better, forever outOf your hands strangling my every thought.

It's far too hard to let go of it all, all of the endlessly-flowing memories of what once was.I do soHope you know about all the misery and painThe memorial stains, the rage and restraintThe rest of your remainsYou'll be gone for all of time,But I'll remember your name