My mind ebbs and flows
Torn between the sun and moon
I long for eclipse

Perhaps I have died
On this dimly lit morning
I can't find my soul

Watching saplings grow
A young crow awaits their fruit
Plucking it's feathers

I gaze at the stars
and yet, none of them matter
I look back to you~

Forgive them, my love,
They fear what they cannot feel
Hiding from the rain

As life shapes the land
From a dream to something more
I shall shape myself

I let another day slip by
do I really have a reason?
was it Too tough to try?
...
I haven’t had a good dream in years
but I’m well-passed mourning
and I’m Too tough for tears.
...
But yet I’m still here
I’m still here and breathing.
Don’t need dreams
and I don’t need meaning.
Don’t need anything,
despite this feeling
of change;

I do want meaning
and I do want purpose
but it doesn’t change the fact-
that I’m so ******* nervous,
for the future, I’m fearful
the past, I’m forgetful
presently I’m panicking
the situation’s stressful

I'm not asking to be successful...

I just want to be happy.

Caught in the current
I am pulled into your smile
Laughing and crying

Rest, little ember
Nest yourself within my palm
Let me be your pyre

Gawk at the silence
I see the pattern too well
I am not the one

I wish this could last
As the rain washes my face
I remember you

I am waiting to die
as I sit here staring,
blind, and uncaring
I am waiting to die.

For I once had dreamed
of a world where it seemed
that someone like me had a future;
I don’t

Though not for my failings
but simply for boredom-
as my mind is ailing
I pray for post-mortem.

I've become the moon
Trapped in pursuit of the sun
Taunted by your warmth

As warm as the sun
Further than the star-lit sky
I can't forget you...

Reckless runner, run away,
Blaze a path down broken roads
make that choice and never stray
run until your heart explodes.

Beat the pavement,
beat that past,
what a joke
you’ll never last.

Sober again,
Sombre again,
paranoia creeps out
the closet again

little bit of panic,
little bit of Popov
lose a little pride
but control yourself

take hold, yourself
never let your thoughts wander
or you lose yourself;

don’t lose yourself

Angry planet, bark!
Bleed-out into the dissonance.
Light yourself on fire, now
and sprint the ******’ distance
to the end.

Pigment of the evening
overwhelming, by thought
artfully winding, and weaving,
for naught.
Though your vision is endless
your colour needs work,
it’s drab, unto darkness,
your pallet’s berserk.

You must change;

You must change how you’re feeling.
From bottom to ceiling,
I swear that you’re healing.
Disregard the unfeeling,
forget that you’re reeling.
Do not be caught kneeling
in thoughts now congealing-
to naught-
but the pealing-
of bells;

Or be lost.

Not to life,
but to cause.
Draped in strife,
trapped in was.

I sit and sulk a seeping sorrow
spreading through the scorching sand
as silence slowly fills the land.

and deep beneath;
a squalid tomb
a dark and smoky little room
it’s there I sulk
and there I brood
It’s where I’ll likely meet my doom

I’m gonna die.
I’ve made my peace with that
it’s fine, it’s simple,
peaceful,
that.

but why's it seem like lately
always growing, ever strangely,
this feeling,
that I’m walking
drawing closer
to an end
that might come early.
worried? surely.
but I’m not;

I’ve seen it coming,
slowly.
Seen it dawning,
seen me falling,
crawling closer,
to an end;
that distant friend.

I won’t pretend
I fear it.
For closer, as I near it
I can feel my spirits calming,
resting,
silently;

finally.