Auburn flames leap to meat
These shaking fingertips
And dance manically
At the edge of my retina

I'm homeless, freezing, warmed only
By the embers of my old life.
Last night I looked up and saw a roof
Tonight I look up and see the stars

Smiling, I cough and splutter,
Inhaling that black spectre.
I burnt my house down
And grow warm off its embers

You smiled so sweetly
And for a moment
I forgot how mad I was at you

I'm a browning leaf
Caught in an eternal autumn
Watching as the sun
Gently strokes the ripening fruits.
The thicket blocks the rays
And I just watch alone
As spring rolls on by
Without me

Icarus cradled himself as the
Surface roared closer and closer,
Screaming like a siren in his ear

For a brief moment he looked and saw
That tower which had kept him and all
That surrounded it. It used to be ugly
But now with death approaching, all that was
ordinary became too beautiful to bare.

So cold. I can't go on. I can't.
I tread well worn snow,
Retracing my steps, hoping to go back
To the time green grass littered the ground.

I can't go on. Not forwards.
Unknown. Unknown. I can't go on.
Not without my Mother.
Not in the shadow of my Father.

I must go on. A spectre
On a black horse tracks me, waiting.
Wants me to fall, scavenge me.
Take my body, pour dirt on it.

Give me strength. False or true
To take the steps that I must.
Like Moses in the desert,
I can't go on. I can't go on.

I'll go on

Same pleasures
Same people
Same places

Yet to scale a mountain
He remains an infant

Pink cherry blossoms fall like shedding tears
Gently caressing the earth as they land.
To me, it's just decay like rotting flesh
Of one once loved. Just bones and putrid smells

Idle conversation falling upon your tongue
As your bright eyes exclaim more than words could.
These words die out soon enough and I
Never cared for the company of beauty;
I am but a misshapen wretch beside you

Oh! Friend, lover, fiend and vagrant - sorry,
But I reject it all. My heart closes
Like a fist and all we were fades like
The stones at the foot of Ramses, devoid
Of what we once were; more ghosts than people.

Snows and skies of laughter slowly diminish,
I replace them with silence and apathy.
Soon I forget what was so funny
Nor do I particularly care.