They drink up all my money
I want to run away but always keep coming back
Doubting whether it's me or them that's the cause of that

I might be weird but I'm not broken
(Well that's not true...)
At least I patch my holes, you leave them open

I'm a work in progress
Working to be my idol
I'm not perfect and I know
Some times an obstacle can feel like cover


For the longest time now
I only got up in the mornings
because of the promises I made:
"it will get better, just hold on" I said

The best feeling is self-control, being strong
followed in close second it's being right
And I was not wrong
I'm glad I held tight

god meets
mystic: the
swing of winter
and lakes frozen
over.

god meets
Judeo-Christian sinner
whose eyes sought
lead along the lake’s
shore.

heavy.
heavy.

god meets sin:
a welding of
metallic vines and
out of tune music.

god meets underwater
Vulcan as he swallows
a laugh. gasoline
tops the lid
of the lake.

god meets the
fire that wicks the surface
until the body bubbles.

moonlight caught the top of the lighthouse
bounced of its silver mirror
its beaded tears filled my bottle
and I drank until I couldn’t stand any longer
it’s okay, boy
said the man selling fruit at 1 am
and I embraced his dead shadow

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I copied your exam,
*And I failed too.