If I could have warm days outside

And a cool breeze,

With a doobie

And a hammock,

I'd be forever satisfied.

run like bitter breeze

flow in her waves of guidance

and let your wings rest

Quietly my hand 

caresses the fire with joy;

I watch my hand burn.


My body drowns in

the ocean's gentle feathers;

emerged in slumber.


My hand reaches for

the stars, trying to grasp the

untouchable air.


Energy flows through 

your presence, travelling from

your very own core.

One tick, one tock
I drag around myself in sleep
Breathe in, breathe out
A heavy sigh escapes from me
Tomorrow becomes today
I try my best to stretch the night
Until the sun comes up
Until i can wake up

My body's tired
My mind is too
Still in a state i drug myself
Shadows forming around the corners of my eyes
My lids are heavy but my mind is aloof
A void
A vast space leading to nowhere but is everywhere
Every night I cover myself with it

All of our cards are on this rotting table

they are soaked in our blood

but we play them anyway.

A sick game,

you like to play.

A bad bet,

as you like to say.

My cards are turned right side up

everyone can see my hand

except me.

A misplaced trust,

I had given you.

A poor chance,

the cards I drew.

We play for the big prize,

you say it's fair chance

that you won the bet on me.



Yet we both know I did not know the rules of the game.

The cup of coffee sits still on the table

the dark liquid boiling, bubbling

the steam suffocating; filling my lungs.

My hand around its neck;

my nose inhaling the toxicity.

my mouth falling from the sky;

drowning in the ocean.

Dark liquid surrounds my mind;

i have lost it.

My fingers grazing the magma,

an unfazed gaze on the wall

where the sun twirls.

Slowly sinking in the ground,

a late morning; early afternoon.

The cup of coffee sits still on the table

the light liquid freezing, static

the steam condensed; watered-down foam.