I can’t tell you how long
I’ve felt this throng of deep desire
And the madness
It’s the saddest thing of all
But when I fall you pick me up
And up and up again
And you my friend, can do it all.
Sometimes I feel so **** small.

Least of all, Im sorry.

Have you forgotten the valleys of my skin?
The redness, the swelling of anger.
Have you forgotten the mountains on my wrist?
The bursts of pain and blood.
Have you forgotten that I am human?
Yet a mere monster of the desert nights.
Have you forgotten my name on your lips?
A cacophony of pure ecstasy.
Have you?

Hell and brimstone on earth.
The deep fire within me to soar back out of the earth.
Scraping and clawing at the dirt caving in on me.
No emotion. Its what they desire. The flagrancy of my mire.
Immorality of causality.
A lack breath in between life.
I can no longer merely survive.
My demons await. Invisible. Nearly there.
Here now are the times of the deceased.
The lovers and the long forgotten.