Clueless Endeavor of an Uninviting Invitation

Died of bullets
Metaphorically self shot
Candidly to the head
Mindless perplexing thoughts

What if

I was full of bad intentions?
Would I be loved more?
Since this world
Notices the worst as the best

Superficial shrapnel
Pierce away
Stabbing through the surface
Into a restless grave
But who is surprised?
I am dead anyways

Pale dread
Full of sacrificial led
Yet, Speaking in poisonous tongue
As these eyes turn black
And this skin turns grey
Dressed cordially dismayed

Oh, And the epilogue
Of this epitaph shall state
I tried my best
But to some perhaps many
The worst is all that matters

Sorry for the love
I caused you to kill me with great stride
I never meant any harm to myself

It was always made to look like I took my own life
But, Still I blame myself

As death was never meant to be simple
In this very clueless Endeavour

Restlessness my children is it’s own mourning beast

Fest of the deceased
And now I find I will never be alone?

The dead have now been cordially uninvited



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
4/19/10