Tinted and tainted
All their faces are painted
Like roses whose souls are sown
Unable to grow from a concrete phone

In the land of a loner, unknown
What stays in the shower is rarely shown
And lucky enough to become sainted
Is one more face to be repainted

The vertigo invades my brain
And as I lay awake
The self diagnosis makes me question
My intentions

If only he’d be able to hear me
Without me saying a word
You’re lazy, you’re lazy

Restless silence
Bubbling water
Inconsistent ticking
I fall asleep

And yet
I must talk myself into sleeping
Convince myself that
My pillow loves me
Just as a lover would

I can’t find a way to say anymore
How much dissatisfaction
Comes from the living
In a world where I can’t be
Just my mind

I’m forced to live in a vessel
Submerged in the black waters
That constantly rise
And constrict the throat
That doesn’t exist in my mind

Love is the drug of the ocean
And yet the dealers are few and far
From where I float
Longing for a gust of wind
That’ll ******* over
Into the arms of my one life raft

Lying above the black tar of the ocean
Is the sheer liquid of love
Like oil on water
Yet my body is already oversaturated
And I can’t absorb the love I lay in

Panic and manic sadness are two married troubles
The pair loves each other and hates to be apart
Because they love each other so much
Their home, once a shell, is now shattered

Because they love each other so much,
Their home is unworthy of them
A vessel, grotesque and unshapely
Yet with innards pure and pearly

The lovers stay to themselves
After all, the world that girts them is unsightly
Full of sadness, evil
and the scariest shadow in the inverted box
Love of another