'The Sycophant': Poem by Corey Logan

You put it on me, to give you more than myself

Than pretend to Remind me~
that your so worried about my health

As you watch me shrivel up and disappear~
As I starve, for sleep, in fear
It's a sure way, to tear me apart.

Having everyone's best interests-
- but mine- in my heart

It was real from the start.

Though the expiration date was lost,
Then sealed in plastic,Cuz we're cutting costs.

No microwave or pots and pans

The needle of a clocks free hand

It Says its over-

Now that it's midnight ...
Soon that makes morning
With that first sign of light

Because,
Fear surmounts the endless march
To something bright
but lost in dark ignoring

We have candlelight

Now my balance is perfect...
... with no clear lines, Of where I lay my head tonight.

I got friends,
With dollar signs in their eyes

and no help for the anchor, I am for more than just-one-life,

Till the needle
Turns minutes into a sleight of hand

With Mock desperation
The brain with no beating heart
No hands..
...to steady The frame we find,
A reminder that pictures, can be filled with a thousand lies.

With a liar or friend

So Clearly sycophant,

We bury the truth
In a conversation

If you knew all along
I couldn't do it alone
Than why another step
Towards the edge,
Selling everything That I own

Now I'm Buried in
Digging out the dead line
I expected a phone call
A ring and I'm fine

if the conversations a fire
I'd light it beneath me
and keep it inspired

I could take it easy.

If you Promise me you'll start to believe

A chance- To trust
A bet- you'll sign
Never wanted a contract
Just the faith you had me in mind

If ever I had the answer, that we were fighting for...
By midnight I thought I lost you
My deadline was moments before

Cus you had it easy
Just sit back and watch

While we pushed,
my-self,
into ever which way-
here that was lost

No one here to clear my way
Only confidence if I led, id lead you astray

You put it on me, to give you more than myself

Than pretend to Remind me that your so worried about my health

As you watch me shrivel up and disappear~
As I starve, for sleep, in fear
It's a sure way, to tear me apart.

Having everyone's best interests but mine in my heart.

But I'm not the hero
And this character concept

Isn't just a game, it was always the same, it was real from the start

Yea am no hero,

I needed your help
So hard to be proud- of myself

I was real from the start
No more broken parts

- Written by Corey Logan G.
Of (still) Dumb Struck, June 2012