Bleed

This might come off as the work of a psychopath
But I am merely a highly functional sociopath.
No because I take the less travelled path
But its really because I love a bloodbath.

I am weary and worn out easily by well-worn paths
and striving to be politically correct.
Uninspired with too predictable an environment
Seems that I best thrive in chaos
A place with no boundaries;
Ideas anarchy.

I hate the sight of things unmarred
For they are to my my eyes, simply plain
I love fiery moments, the aftermath charred.
And seem to only find beauty in scars.

I love to slice and I love to slash
Rubbing fiery, potent, hot spice into a gash.
I love to drown, the sound of the splash
As I wallow in my emotions before I make the pen bleed.
Leaving the paper's face permanently bearing my mark;
a character attack 

Pantomime

Play no games, with me my love.

Another moment of drama, I will not have.

Now it's this, then it's that.

Take it slow and play just your part.

Overly gesticulating, why not try tact.

Mind you; the world is a stage and we all put on an act.

I am tired of trying to please, one impossible to appease.

Many claim you blow their minds and at first you did.

Eventually you made me feel like I should just blow it off.

WORDS INADEQUATE

Words inadequate, to express what's perceived.

Words inadequate, for a gift gratefully received.

Words inadequate, to say all that I mean.

Words inadequate, to describe the beauty seen.

Words inadequate, so the memories stay deep within.

Words inappropriate, to express what I feel.

Words inappropriate, the mood bound to kill.

Words inappropriate, made more palatable with skill.

Words inappropriate, harsher than the sound of steel on steel.

Words inappropriate, for they tend to emotions chill.

Words uncaring, from those doing the most caring.

Words unsharing, in moments of full exposure and soul barring.

Words unbearing, a little of the load of those on life's road faring.

Words unstaring, never to see what they do yet to be off always raring.

Words undaring, saying I will yet nowhere to be found when actions come tearing.

Words unveiling, the perverse and uncouth.

Words unveiling, failures past and triumphs of youth.

Words unveiling, the rough beneath the smooth.

Words unveiling, burning as they soothe.

Words unveiling, see now the naked truth.

Words availing, a way to express love and hate.

Words availing, an abstraction for thoughts small and great.

Words availing, a path to immortality and glory.

Words availing, a way to tell my story.

Words availing, a way into or out of paths lowly.

Words inadequate, to not be mistaken stay on guard.

Words inadequate, to be understood is an art.

Words inadequate, for even a fraction of what's on my mind.

Words inadequate, yet words is all I have.

A Word is adequate, for in the beginning was the Word and for me it's a start