The army is here my friend.
Can you hear the songbirds?
I'll rise again and overflow.
I'll haunt the corners of your mind.
Set the flesh on fire, strip it down
Grease your insides with my guts.
The belly of the beast holding my hand.
What are we even good for?
Don't scream anymore.
I can taste the air. I can taste the flame.
Moment by moment we will find it.
Second by second we will descend
Ascend.
Begin again.

At our core we may be rotten and unkind.
Unveil ourselves as beggars in the sheets.
Saving our skins and twisting vicious lies.
Greed covered, greased with idle gluttony.
Hearts of marble and minds of back-filled knives.
We ponder the future, and become its prey.
Carve out our skullcaps and set them at ease.
Nevertheless, we hold a miracle.
Despite our brutality, love remains.

A crow bathed in sunlight sings once again.
Silent attempts at capturing the light.
Grazed against nature, a sorrowful sight.
A desolate life, enriched now and then.
Nevertheless, it spurs the poet's pen.
The embers smolder, the crow lost the fight.
With a stifled guffaw, his bones take flight,
leaving nothing but monsters among men.

As ink pours down the cracks of ice-filled veins.
As Gods embrace devils, and we make three.
Perhaps in this moment the crow grows free.
Perhaps in this moment we find our way.
A glint of hope, an escape from the pain.
Alas alas, we live another day.

Believe in the sanctity of people.
Let the ***** hold tightly to your hand.
Do not forget the sins scarred in your skin.
But do not let them guide you from the light.
Wear them proudly, march down your beaten trail.
Allow yourself to shed that opossum's grin.
To weep is to feel. To feel is to love.
Love makes us human.
Love makes us kind.

To find your love to find your life
first you must hold the lock and key.
Your mind may grow nettled and grey.
The shadows may make it mundane.
Yet at the heart the dreams remain.
In the alley it's all the same.
So go now, be joyful and lame.
Let the velvet touch guide the way.

Wait in rest for the bramble's branch.
Idly stir while scar tissue forms.
Get on your knees and pray for light.
Hold your hands to the sunlight's warmth.

May your dreams inspire envy.
May your worries drown with joy.
May your love warm the daylight's gaze.
May your future withstand the rain.

I collect suicide attempts
like stamps in a scrapbook.
I taste asphalt and burning
tar.

Chained to a bed
the door swings closed
again. again. again.

I scream for more weight.
I scream to end it all.
Why do I do this?

I don't feel afraid anymore.
I can taste the soft grey.
Brother Billy, let me come
home.

Mother, Father, Sisters,
hold my sin in your heart.

How can one hold the fragment of a nightmare so bleak?
Why must we cycle onward and spiral down?
I thought myself incapable of love.
I thought myself incapable of joy.
Please just wipe our sins clean.
I beg for just one more day, one more minute.
A single moment where I can say
I am yours, and you are mine.