a lovely situation

too many steps were made
too many perfect steps
found himself in a lovely situation

took his right hand
tempting to pull apart his mind
but he could not erase it

then tried running
treading in agonizing mud
getting a grip on the pavement

eye to the sky
glimmering shine
caught sight to a blinding horizon

pushed forward in pain
through a blackened meadow
only to see that the light dimmed

confused by the darkness
he sat in fear
realized something settled inside him

arose from this feeling
dug his hand to his heart
pulled out a bolt of lightning

stretched it out forward
to brighten his journey
pulling him faster and rising

he saw the ending
to where that brightness made rest
in a valley where it lied in

his eyes kept shut
braced for impact
scared for what he'd be finding

finally opened his eyes
squinting through the intensity
and saw her there...smiling.

so called artist

it's not alright
but i'll be alright
i've figured your style
you got me riled
am i too much of a cynic
well you're a critic
stuck in this wicked sadistic mix
of emphatic lovers trying to fix
this worldly game
and gloat of what they obtained
it's got my brain enchained
you vain vain vain
clogging my veins
you think you're artistic
you merely mimic
mannequins and statues
i can hit you with harsh words to bash you
yet you won't bruise 
still find you infused
in my person
giving this version 
a chance to worsen
falling for every gimmick
wasting every minute
trying to trace your mold and i don't fit it
but my value will exceed
every dream you deem 
of all varieties you've seen
of what you think you need
but empty
you'll be empty like me
based on minor depictions 
on colorless fictions
will bring the self-inflictions
fitting you in with the sick vixens
too dull to admit
that midst the mist
was the perfect grasp for your fist
yet you kissed all of this
farewell
so it's farewell
there's no until
because now i can settle
knowing you're nothing special