more non titled works

senses fail to keep me from being overwhelmed
and my hearts bleedin, im far away from her and
its as dark as the night...things said in our fight
they stuck with me..exactly where they shouldnt be
ill just twist and turn...greatly turn her every word
into hand fasioned misfortune one more rip and im done
i swear its like an addiction tht never goes away
that takes me from the safehouse to the middle of the fray
i swear ill never lose control again...they cant fail on thier own only i decide when
when my senses no longer have a bearing on my decision,
thats the time i hate most, the time when
i cant control whats in front of me, like this pain was meant to be
i didnt do anything yet i find myself fighting
fighting the sorrow to gain control again
bringing the sense back to bear again
finally taking over my within...making it whole again.....


to ne1 who views...remember tht this whole poem was just writing whatever flowed on the keyboard. some of the subjects in the poem apply to me but others are just problems ajacent to the ones ive had.