glamour associated with parking garages
the fancy places they connect to
hotels and theatres and law firms downtown
stepping out in all black, always

I'm sorry to the mother of all mothers who gave birth to a totem,
small statue in a blanket whose stone is cold even under the cotton
stitched from her love

the end of the universe visits me each night and whispers the consequence of sleep
the dark, like a blanket, drapes itself over
the ashes of all we grieve
this bed where i lay, once soft and serene now threatens a place to be burried
consciousness drifts as i draw my last breathe, and what's left is this thriftless worry
i'd like to wake up, and i'd like to live on
but the end of time each day comes
i wish i could've saved all those who are gone
but the pain eventually numbs

little room in new york
on a high floor
over looking these lights
this all came to me
in the form of many dreams
i can sense it
the end, an end
something sublime
the terror-ous kind
draws near

a deer, alone
youre a lot like me

this is the only way i can be

under the moon,
nothing to show for myself
looking in the grass for something,
stalked and unsuspecting

there are days when i'm afraid of dying but not afraid of death
there are days when i'm afraid of death but not afraid of dying
never both never neither

this is how i'll be forever