I don't sleep at night for thoughts of you and what I'll do.
Dreaming a life of fright seemingly only subdued
by intoxicants, though with them my life is can'ts,
my words, rants
on a staggered stance;
No clear path through.
Intentions misconstrued
Me and myself collude  
to ruin an attitude
******. Still I feud
with myself and me
to separate what's glued,
but as wood breaks first
on what's naturally fused,
I crack first
where the aforementioned has affused
unto me a link weak and loose.
If I could I'd choose,
but know there to be no use.

A branch
6 foot 5 inches from 8 perpendicular wraps
sat beneath the left jaws angle to ensure a clean snap.  
Up, right, and back.
Never a plan so mapped
nor a mind so cracked.
Black,
then 15 minutes max.

I thought I'd aptly be recluse.

As if I could flee this ruse,

and, in me, find a use,

but alone I seek my muse,

a friend I knew I'd lose.

Once acute but now obtuse,

my acceptance, but I don't confuse

my penance with a noose,

as there's good still I can do,

to impress this goddess; You.

A greatness to show through

the darkness I've abused

to shroud me from abuse

to change this shade of blue

to an optimistic hue,

and in that new light brew

a life to entice You,

and find, even in our tempered state,

a way to start anew.

Though, I'd not change the line you drew,

in dreams I'd bond our one from two.

I'll hope always for a dream come true,

but I'd not gain mine at a loss to you,

as I see your dreams more deserved and due.