From the top of decayed buildings I look down on the mess I created.
The board beneath me is just another playing field,
replaced with an older one.
The roads that intertwine and the window panes that hide smiling faces are memories belonging in the shadows, away from me.
Far from me.
I want to replace them with something fresh.
A mannequin from another time; I don't want him to represent a dream I had for you.
A stairwell leading to hidden cafes; not a remembrance of a grinning you.

If my world is a jumbled puzzle of memories without purpose or clarity, then perhaps they can be traded with other pieces better suited to fit the world.

I was falling.
I knew that somehow my feet had tumbled over some sort of cliff but could not recognize the scenery nor how or when I had reached this peculiar predicament.
Along with the always present weightlessness of falling through the air, there bubbled within me another feeling; one I did not expect.
Apathy.
The blissful faux virtue of anhedonia that coursed through my veins like a venom; pumping with my slow heartbeat....
I fell in slow motion, giving time to muse on such things while the skies around me changed drastically from clear to cloudy, from wistful clouds to a menacing overhead growling.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
In the back of my eyes though appeared a hooded figured shrouded in black with only a slight sneer appearing through the visage. This figured caused the blissful venom to tighten and turn sharply into a fear that made me unable to breathe.
I screamed as I started falling faster and mouthed words that couldn't be understood.
Tears poured and fell upward like rain from a tormented ghost.
Just before the ground embraced me and swallowed everything I ever was or ever would be, time stopped and there was silence.
I opened my eyes and to my surprise, the blurry sight of two figures appeared. One emmitted a faint glow with a softness about him; a calming aura...
while the other gave me the feeling of power and rage; a darkness about him like a creature bearing teeth against the night.
In unison they whispered five words.
The blurriness faded and I gasped. They were both distorted caricatures of me.
In the blink of an eyes, I was yanked upward with a speed so fierce that perhaps my body would not be able to handle it. Through the stormy and the calming skies...

I woke up out of breath to the sound of an alarm clock screaming beside my bed.
I blinked a few times and sighed, recovering my breath...

"Don't give up on me...", I whispered.

Take a chance and die with me tonight
because tomorrow we will be reborn again.

I lay my head to sleep
and ask the murmurs from the deep
that if I die before I wake,
I pray the world will learn to take
a look at what most think is gold
and what the foolish strive to hold...


With hope a soul can turn away
and drop the leash leading astray...
To those who need a helping hand, if you don't mind, I'll try to stand
and break the chain, shatter the glass,
just find me where the sand meets grass.

There are pretty girls getting limo rides with rich men smiling by their sides
while I am singing with flowers between my teeth like romantic swords within a sheath.

I see their pretty eyes fill with city lights.
So very bright... so very bright...
But the gutters are hidden just out of sight and the rats are crawling through the night.

I am riding my bike between the trees while, in my mind, I'm on my knees with sadness at the girls in limos never knowing what will come when the sun goes down and the rats come out to feast...

I am the boy waiting on the beach watching the girls in the city but when the lights leave their eyes and they turn around,  I won't be there anymore.