Perhaps there's a reason,
Why dusk remains so short
Dancing between the lips of sunset
And the longing sighs of twilight

It is a silken scarf that comes
Undone in a moment of passion
Weaving threads of desire, colour and rising heat
All in one, to create a maroon thread of light and cloud
Before disappearing between the thighs of the horizon and the stars.

A wall of rain approaches.
As I watch it travel towards the sea
Does the rain in my soul
Cease to watch its cerulean glow
Against the brewing waters.

In this pain that remains silent
Furtive, devastating, and yet numb
I hold my sanity
I hold myself
I hold
I
I hold
I hold no one
I hold no regret
Anguished, angry, and yet determined
In this pain that is no longer silent.

Fear comes a walking,
Not clothed in black, or in plain clothes
but in style...passionate and powerful.
it is in the ordinary disguise that our
senses are thrown and we are caught off-guard
taking it's delicious offers to heart, ceaselessly.
It is easy to spot, but difficult to discern
And if left, will amass a great wealth of its own.

I stand solid, the fabric flows against the folds of my marble skin
I watch the fires of angst burn this beauty away so -
Now I am a black, burnt crust from forces that force my feet into the floor and,
As I sink against the fluid tiles and the trippy nightmare of reality
I ask, have you ever seen a statue cry?


M.

I wish your lungs
burn'd.

For me
like they burn

For the rush of nicotine,

that you don't seem to leave.

We've lost sight of our shadows.
They've merged into us and
no more is there 3-D vision
but a 2D nightmare.

So tonight I'll set fire to,

The hollow chills inside
the drink burns in my larynx.

My thoughts echo deeply,
Against the looming silence.

"let it all die
let it all die
let it all die."



M.