You summon up all my demons With just a few well placed words I'm set into a whirl A downfall of self hate -Kel Dayheart


A peculiar air About him, seems to surround Obscure, consume him So in reality no one Really knows his real, true self -Kel Dayheart


Temper, temper Tantrum Scream and fight No relief No release Temper, temper Is your downfall -Kel Dayheart

In Poor Taste

He and I Have spent most of our time Among the beggars In debt For crimes that we Did not commit Our only crime Was to be born On the wrong side Of poor -Kel Dayheart


I want to unravel his mastery Pieces by delicate piece Until I understand What makes him tick -Kel Dayheart


Worse case scenario Doesn't mean that is the only option It is just one of many possibilities That run rampant through my brain Taking root and planting seeds of discord To make my heart race in panic And ponder on "what if's" Moving quickly through until I am just an anxious mess -Kel Dayheart

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