THE VICTORY PT. II

I want that old thing back
I want to fiend for the days
I positioned myself
F i r s t
Victory was promising
The most devoted
Fighter
Taketh all
As the trail
To
Your starry shades of ‘comforter’ brown
Stayed warm
There was ever
No
Real possibility for
C a p t u r e
Can’t let my world
Keep leadeth me
Boldly left
When
Following the path I
W R I T E
is the right thing
But that's some shit to say
An' another thing
To
E x e c u t e

The
P r o o f
Smeared redolent
Fiery red hues
No longer
Secrete through
Walls
No longer
Corner me inside
Pillow talks
‘Cause the
T a l k
The
F E E L
Has
C e a s e d - f i r e

Dam
So
Vehemently
Abandoning
My supply of candy
R
A
I
N
Ammunition
‘Hate to walk away as if this never existed’
But I’m pleading
For
S a l v a t i o n

I got to stop actin’
So
H a l f – c r a z i l y
How could I be
Okay
Actin’ less than

P H E N O M E N A L L Y

(Yeah, that’s me)
Again
Collecting
Embracing
And Nourishing
L i f e
Back
Into
Long lost
Veteran
D r e a m s

I want that old thing back
My love
Should’ve
Grasped
To
The days
Internal decay
Didn't splatter into
Flourishing
G r o u n d s

How
I
L o v e d
Myself
B e f o r e
I’ll always remember you
Fondly
Knowingly aware that
The possibility of love
bled
‘Til
It shed
Speechlessly
Its last cry
of
H O P E

My pledge of allegiance
Is
To the
L o v e
And solace
In
Solitude
Proclaiming
V i c t o r y
With
An army of
O n e.