If we could only see
beyond the curtain of uncertainty
then we would surely be
omnipotent.

I can see your shadow coming closer in the dark
Growing like a tumor while I slowly fall apart
Nothing like a moment to remind you that you're weak
Grazing on the bits of truth you never fought to keep
Yet somewhere underneath the skin of what you have become
There exist the rudiments of silences to drum
But how do you identify a peace you cannot see
And put your trust in every part invisible to me
I am not the one who claimed your body as my own
So I will sit here ripping all the stitches we have sewn
And as the holes expose themselves the light begins to dance
Gradually consuming, letting go of what I can't

sober days erupt into
nights of dragging screeches
***** tongues crave a paranoia filled daze
and the stars slice open our palms-
they're so close
heads become melting matter.
the universe cannot stitch our
gaping wounds.
we are
cold dead creatures
driven by the need to
be somewhere else.

A fast-playing sequence of precise movements,
together forming an obstacle
of body and mind. 

An array of barriers waiting to be broken by some
unexpected burst of adrenaline.
The science of organized chaos, coming together
for one simple series of numbers,
displayed in red.


An endless well of pressure to be better
than the body will allow. 

Medals to be displayed like frozen
moments of past glory.
Measurement of skill based on insignificant pieces of time.

But they are significant.

Determining a lifetime of stories in
one
slow-motion
moment.



The race is free from the pressure, the voices, the science,
but not the pain.

The pain drives the mind to the edge,
by some miracle it doesn't fall. 

There's only the touch of the water, 

holding you back, shoving you forward.

Your reasons for being where you are are reduced to one:
Love. 
Love of the glory, the pride, the rush.
Love of the spirit.

Love of the sport.


For some, swimming is a simple act
of getting across a pool. 

For me, its everything else.

For gory guys and glamour ghouls

The Night hosts her socials for the monsters inside and out
In the moonlight we come dancing, clinking bottles, wandering about
We are goblins, ghouls, mummies, witches, zombies and misfits alike
Dressed up in our finest tuxedos, pearls, lace, bloodstains and the like

The Daylight wont have us, but the Night plays hostess to our monster bones
She slips into her midnight blue party dress and she puts on the Ramones
And we dance
we dance
we dance

O, we are the dark psychopaths, the feared, the soulless creatures
We companions by the moonlight are shaking, stammering vultures
We are friends in wayward trudges, we are spitting, foaming vermin
We are in love       We are the World's rejected kin

The ghouls and the witches and our old zombie friends,
The World's most dark and repulsive in clear-cut diamonds,
We monsters aren't alone in the night, drunken, broke and hideous,
Charming and disgusting, we are the Night's beloved insidious

In the night, we are happy, giddy, wasted children
We are the Fiend Club, we are the monster brethren
Until we are caught, disfigured, drunken, red-handed        by the Daylight
And we make our way home, to crawl under the floorboards        and sleep until twilight
Until the Night's long fingers slip an invitation under the door
And we will put our party dresses and our tuxedos on once more

*O, the moon is out and the Fiend Club has woken
The Night is young and we are broken

Lie on my lap and I'll tell you a story
Look in the dark and smile
Know that these tales of bravery and glory
Will stay with you all the while

All the monsters have been lulled to a coo
Boogeyman scared away
Safe and sound here in your room
Dream until the day