I was born in the grave
With growing pains
They keep me awake
Alive,
Even today
Dirt filling my veins
A remnant of my grave
Reminding me of the past I've made
And the omnipotent forces at play

Chandeliers of crystal glass
Refracting light
Across the stage
Open strings
Playing harmony
Delicate lace
Stretched across the face
Sweet scents on the breeze
She came late last night
With rested gaze
And confident ease
Drifting by on light feet
Whispering things
Hauntingly sweet

Life feeling like an aftertaste
A seven year old's birthday cake
After school snacks and lemonade
Gum wrappers of animal tattoos
Pasted with spit and koolaid

I’d like to smoke my fate
Let it waft up to the rafters while I inhale its toxic embrace
Toss the **** and forget this place,
Watch my life pass in a parade
The dead walking by in ghostly haze,
My mistakes floating in a balloon craze,
My love paving the way
and,
My memories tethered by stakes.

My breath shakes and I contemplate,
Why I’ve come and why I stay
Are the days so great?
If the few I love were to go away I would have no reason to stay
These dark thoughts play
While the child smiles over little things,
Crayons, cartoon time and hide-and-seek
My duality of personality
I'm smoking candy canes.