Make Me

This is how one feels when they have lost someone dear to them. RIP<3

Make me a scab,

A clenched fist,

A whole in a wall,

Describe me as

unusual.

Make me a flower.

Bloom me into existence,

A Hollywood horror,

or a paperback novel

Make me alive.

Imagine me. 

Call out to someone

make them yours.

Think about Love.

Make it divine.

Sketch it.

Create an idea.

Burn it;

start over.

You'll blister.

You'll simmer in

the sunlight.

You'll think its Hell.

You will never 

experience Hell.

Build God.

Blasphemy.

Call upon your 'gods' 

to save you.

I'll spit and curse you into

a pit of despair.

I'll watch your chains drag 

and etch soot marks on

the pavement.

Filthy pests, go elsewhere

with your ugly personality.

You have none.
So,

I guess you have no where to go.

Find inspiration from the

hook that hurts the most.

Send your flames down your throat.

Let it sear your flesh.

You deserve the best.

Freeze your innocence into last week.

It was just a misconception.

Run for your life.

Don't find any amity in anyone,

or any place.

Race to your affections.

Let them know your devotion.

Make them burn in a Hell you 

yourself have created.

Trash your jackets into

a unsanctified realm.

They'll never get 

out alive.

Prisons gates.

For what do they have to offer me?

The iron bars will melt away.

The gloomy grey will fade.

The last one standing will be

the creator of this death-defying 

chaos.

Its a shriek in the air 

mother earth provides.

Teach me what I can be.

I'll leave the life

I live for one 

more advanced.

This Hell has overcome your mentality,

A crucial part for living.

It was only a few hours for you to 

converse your emotions,

anxiety, passion.

It should have been me.

In your selfless acts,

I am the one to blame for the 

awful apprehensions.

I got nothing out of it.

Heartache and more insecurity's.

You were all kinds of beautiful.

Your colors were brilliant.

Blinding.

They had me syncoped.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm a new defined being.

You retired your life for one

unnecessary reason. 

My stupidity.

My obliviousness.

I'm sorry.

I was so blinded by love.

It shot me in the chest when I

heard three rings.

I became a new, unimproved being.

A new mortal to be proclaimed as

an afflicted soul.

A lacerated victim of Love.

Make me a person.

Beautiful and constructed.

Amused

sewn and scarred.

Worry free, on bail.

Flawless.

Make me a window.

Shine through other 

beings like I.

A stranger intercepting,

captivated by an over

looking soul of justice.

Make me alive.