This heart does not beat,
though violently it speaks aloud,
living emotions.
The tears that i've cried,
could over fill this wasted world's
polluted oceans.
These lessons i'm afraid
could have in no better way been taught.
These days are but a vain attempt
at victory .
These nights, a weak attempt
at winning.
Time spent, well much more
like wasted.
Trying to define the meaning
of sinning.
Corrupted and controlling are these thoughts.
Through my malnourished mind constantly traversing


© Josh Selby