I Still Visit Your Grave, Atleast In My Head. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Welcome to the star studded story.
It is beautiful, in all its glory.
A stimulation to the mind.
A mixture of time.
Shook up and bled dry.
A vampires night.
Sucking the souls from angels.
But only because I have too.
Without substance are we even alive?
You say you've changed.
I say how much was it?
What price did you pay?
The feeding lines get longer.
With your hand out I smack it away.
Favors owed but not to you.
A plague is infecting me.
Like standing in a cold as hell rain completely naked, no where to go, no where hide.
Shivering.
Devouring.
All consuming.
Empty inside.
Breathing cyanide.
You poison is killing me.
It's been so long.
Since I heard request from the dead.
Monumental and complex.
Unimportant and becoming so vexed.
In this moment.
If I had only a wish.
Like an as if.
Creating a division.
Caught up in vicious net.
Doing my damnedest just to break free.
Silence the voices.
Just shut up and get out of my head.
A heart floundering.
Whats right for me, isn't necessarily best for you.
A separation in space.
You have been replaced.
A sign put up saying hiring and firing.
Endless circles.
Rotating the get up.
With a dress to wear.
Crossed into despair.
Danger, danger, oh beware.
With complacency I'm sitting on the stairs.
There is still such a hill to climb.
Making inaudible sounds like a mime.
What is it to be confined?
Even with excuses given, not I shall not be living them.
No I have survived the ordeal.
One time is more then enough.
You think you got it rough.
Maybe you do.
But with tears of pain.
I won't be part of your front load of complaints.
Like a addiction I have been quiting.
No I won't be missing.
We tried and it just didn't work out.
No doubt about the here and now.