The cemetary rabbit is dead
And I didn't realize it until I awoke with a cricket on my face.
He's almost dead too,
But to break my curse I had to release him
To die in peace,
Outside where he belongs.

I have no name,
At least
I must have forgotten it
For no one calls it out in the night-
Or by day.
I am a service,
A place for people to find their way home,
Which is never with me.
I will dress your proof of battle,
Fill your stomach and send you on your way
And in time,
You'll forget me.
But I'll slide into sleep at night
Murmuring thanks to the stars
That you've found your peace.

I leave my dishes ***** so I have nothing to eat from,
Sadness makes me hungry and I dont want to be fat.
I dont shower until I'm crawling out of my skin
Because then I have an excuse to avoid people.
I sleep
So I can dream of better days
But in my nightmares you're there anyway,
Following me all through the night
Until I awake tired, unrested.
I'm a fool.
I stand before my mirror in the sunrise
And beg myself
Forgiveness for failure,
But I drop my gaze,
And all I can see is the darkness of the drain,
And little bits of myself circling it.

You get what you see
With me
But what you don't see
Is what ill always keep inside.
It is not yours, but mine,
And if I choose to show you
It is still mine.
I will take it with me when you go,
Or ask me to leave,
And then all you have left
Are the promises
You couldn't keep.

Like moths to a flame or a sad man staring from the top of a bridge
We're drawn to the places where we should not go.
The places that make us feel better,
Help us forget what makes us hurt.
If only looking ourselves in the mirror was enough keep the steam from fogging up our reflections.

How many times can I really get back up
After being knocked down, again and again.
How many times do I get back up
Before I start calling myself stubborn?
Just let it be,
Accept failure for what it is
And call it out by name when turning out the lights.

As all the paths of me converge,
The good, the questionable;
The warm, the ugly;
The hopeful, the ******--
All parts converge like waves
Crashing upon the sand,
And I'm swept away by my own thoughts,
Drowning in what I thought was confidence, a blessing,
Only to eat the sand that was awaiting.