1 day at a TIME... imagined, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath
The stains on my glass keep me company
I stare at the face that i imagine
I stand but i am still captive; I wrap myself in my thoughts I keep my self cold
The words i think are never to be told...
My best kept secrets are the worlds worst Judgments
I complicate my situation with the many mixed emotions of my past and future
It is always today that i increase my pain
It has been way too long since I\'ve felt the Reign
I\'m sure as i sit on my throne of agony,
i wear a robe of pain,
and i place my crown of apathy above my open mind.
I look towards the moment i will look back and laugh at myself for placing my body through a variety of hells.
I will one day miss this opportunity but as for now; time ticks too slow.
So i talk too fast, i write everything i wish to say, i do not speak a word alone
With my fist i am speechless.
I do not wish to leave just yet, i have created a home out of a living nightmare
I do not wish to know of knowledge and i could careless about caring but the wisdom is clearly taking over.
It sits in my heart and takes control
The mind is tainted by the things it has seen for god can not change, time will be lost with nothing to gain.
No, not now but at a moment of silence; who can declare war upon me; victoriously i will continue to think
...This is the wine i drink as i walk away...
Stabbed, trapped, and rewritten
I have told of no lies, i wrote of no sin with out permission
I see only blasphemy in all that i read
I hear the fear, the ones who try will be upside in the new life
Allow me to cry for i hate my eyes.
My mind accepts the fact that i live one day at a time...
-King B. Rite
(January / 19/ 2014)