So many days,
Years of moments collided.
Lifetimes
Spent spitting out words.
Like venom,
Like honey.

So many colors
And stars that fly across my vision.
Filling me up
And pouring between my teeth,
Broken from their dam.

So little time
Before it went grey
And rocks were crashing from the sky.
Before inspiration had left
And my pen seemed to always waste it's ink.

Spilling,
Black against a winter white
Seeping through the snow
-layers of skin-
Resting on red
That thrums and sings,
That whispers life, and
Withers in the end

If I told you
That I was empty,
Would you fill me up?
If I told you I forgot how to see,
Would you be my memory?

If I told you
That I shattered,
Would you show me the shard that mattered?
If I told you I lost my words,
Would you find them tucked between my lips?

If I was in love with you,
Would you love me too?
Oh, if only I told you...

Swallowed up
The sun beats down,
Knocking on my coffin
Rain falls down,
More tears for another life
Sheets of ice
Taunting my nerves

Swallowed up
No heaven wants me
No hell can contain me
So I have my wish then, to lie underground
As pensive dust

Broken bones, discarded glass
Bodies are buried, hearts reap ash

Beaten black soles
Bleed into the world
Bright stars once hid there

Blazing fires where devil's roam
Burning hate, scorching screams claim home

Boiling skin, bubbling with words that recall days
Before the crisped carriage came

I've often stared
Into the
Glassy eyes
Of bouncing rain

It is to soon
Their misty blue
Becomes a brooding
Black

Shadows grown
To deepest sorrow
And open horror
As rain runs
Red

At times I feel like glass
Clear, easy to look past
Growing weary I'm cautious
On well worn paths

At times I feel like glass
All is well,
But my life is connected by cracks

At times I feel like glass
Open on the ground, shattered
I am paying a price
With a torn heart, bruised and battered
Pain is simply a vice

After these times, I don't feel like glass
But instead blip on the world
Bold and happy enough -like them, but gone in a flash