They say my head is in the clouds
But I'm really not so sure
I feel I lost it long ago
And how remains a blur
My heart is in my throat
My stomach in my feet
While I may not be complete
I still have parts of Me.

Maybe I wont
But maybe I might
Exhasting this course
Forced and contrite
My mind screams flight
My heart sings fight
My silent soul torn between
This never ending plight.

Love is short
forgetting long
every night
awaits new dawn

I only seek
a dampened pain
this bad liver
is a result
of a good heart
putting my faith
in those
with self-serving intent
I know it is I
who chose these paths
but Im still not sure why
darkness falls
on even the most beautiful
of landscapes
I burn the bridges
yet linger
hoping to find
some kind of warmth
letting the black smoke
sting my lungs
these twisted synapses
that always seem
to lead to dead ends
making me turn
to travel
down those same old roads

Try to scream over the thunder
try to stay dry in the rain
this dark cloud that Im under
lightning strikes with subtle pains

I can feel myself eroding
this water overflowing me
the storms sounds are forboding
fog over an endless sea

Slipping through slick fingers
trying to catch a grip
a lonliness that lingers
adrift, a sinking ship.

Wading in the chaos
as I kick and flail
my spirit lost in seance
my preservation fails

Trying to rip out the ugly
in a beautiful fashion.

Out there
somewhere
not very far
from my window
I hear a gathering
people laughing
screaming
talking
experiencing each other
and here I sit
alone
on warm Saturday night
staring into nothing
tapping away my laments