Trying to think creatively,
discover the meaning, 
write a decent piece of poetry,
find a person worth keeping.

Breath makes me choke; 
death, eternal happiness.
Reality is a joke.
Fantasy, my mistress.

My writing is a cry 
a look in the soul.
Life is a lie
burned out coals.

Every moment a fight
to keep my emotions inside,
hiding from the light
distilled in formaldehyde.

Can't wind the watch. 
Time is gone.
Made the forever match,
I am done.