A cold bottle to loosen a nerve or two.
Demanding results and mostly good results.
The useless ordained the worst fate,
a life alone; being your best friend.

The horrors of oblivion swamped in tears.
Vehement loathing for my grotesque deformities.
Staying clear of the shadows, dusk always finds me.
The rotten odor chokes and suffocates.

Guns, hounds and a desire for stew.
Familiars watch from a distance.
Wounded and surrounded, the blood trial betrays;
and these small feet are all l am.

Blue flames sprout from a spark.
A toast to the cook!
Wood clothed in cold shinning silver.
White or red?
Stuffing the darkened, deepest pits ever.

Wishing on shooting stars,
Youth burning with rage,
Conveying then to the now,
Coveting roses without thorns,
Days without nights,
Brooding dreams, living lies.

The burden of heat upon me.
Light flooded eyes, flashing forward.
Lonely and not alone, following the sun to tomorrow.
The shadow kept aloof.

Seeing how the river flows,
drowning all that thrives against it.
I cry for a promised tomorrow.
A love that knows no age.
A love that conquers all.
I take comfort in knowing, you will wait.
Yet my soul aches,
at the thought of time not waiting for us.