I
being that I am
alive  as  best  I  can
look forward to the days
full of humming thrall and the
nights in which I may rest in peace.

in          the
midst of all
this    numb
wandering
i   begin   to
see       with
clarity
the
sunrise
neighboring
the      duller
stars  i   may
have     once
prayed    on.

im
warm
and its cold and
i don't even want to
think on the way your stealthily
soft breath felt near my ear i want you out
out, out, please get out of my head i cant seem to get
these hallucinations of you from behind my eyes and it makes
me feel so weak and i hate weakness, hate it, hate it, you make me
weak you
fiend.

once I
asked why
he insisted on
becoming someone
else with his drugs and his
gangs and he told me that he was
one with water and that it flowed
in him because why not the
summers are only so
long what is
there to
lose
'me' I said
you maybe left
me a ways back when
we were crossing the desert
and you saw a lake shimmer with
golden glaciers you promised but its not
that I care about I want to ride in your car as
you race to the finish base of the sphinx so maybe
ill join you on your bet with the devil as long as we're
together right?