Prophecy

i see leaving in her eyes,
that thing that dont include me,
was it in the half-cracked smile
or the moment I noticed her eyes,
go from gleaming,
to emotionless and crude with a smile,
my past haunts me and hangs over my head,
as I seemingly know Ive learned from my mistakes
so i can move on further
but the cold heart that was warming inside my chest
flowing free like a wild river Ive never seen
has and is cooling, transforming to what was not good
unable to change the worst about me
which is the calm emotionless creature
that I was sure had been found dead
cyclicar un-bridled raw but sweet
innocent inside my twisted maybe even bi polar head,
its the choices that spin out inside me
that make me understand
that at this rate
assumingly,
will fill the prophecy of what my father said,
"Boy, you will end up by yourself
boots still on,
in your lonely bed,
having to put the anxiety
on the poor soul who finds
you dead."