Don't be that

  Violent is the red streak in the cool
night air. Breath is tender yet crisp and
forever broken inside me. Crave that
lost pop that crinkles in the wind.

  Did you hear the wrong vibrating
throughout your skin, bones?

  Oh how the waves of power crumbles
a man to his core. Scaring his spirit to
obilivion. I see that now. Don't want to
hope that on anyone and especially
you.

  Take heed of where you are going
because if not you will wind up back in a
lost moment. Decorated by your simple
lies. Don't let that be who you are
today.

   Look at me. Smile at me. Know that
I want only what is best for the both.
Even when my heart states otherwise.

   Suppressed the feeling, best to do that
until system of things.

   Otherwise I will be living a lie you
created, for what? A moment to say I
was conquered?