Every now and then I remember that I should miss you
It's not my body that's battered
It's my sense of self and safety.

What little consistency my days once had
Has been invaded by these holes appearing under my skin
They make me nervous, I notice
At times like this

When I remember I should miss Brian.

I cleaved our friendship apart with angry words
Undeserved
I don't even remember what I said

I think it's been two or three years.

Dominicans are rebuilding after Maria
I'm convinced of the strength of my depression
And that not resenting my parents
Is some sort of storybook mission

It is even worse to be part of your culture's decay
When you see it all happening before your very eyes

I'm pinned down by the infrastructure
A steel shard is running through my face
And they don't know what to do with me

I'm subject to such tragic analogies as that
Men used to be great
Where is that alive in me?

Torn from the wild
A civilization seeps
Torn, because your spiral staircase
Abstracts my face

Mother of pearl dreams
Don't wait up for me
She's sleeping on me softly
I'm sleeping on her chest

And I can hear her heart beating
True, true to me.

Seeping like me,
I never wanted the tight center
I broke off into the world,
Faithful to it.

I deserve more than death
I deserve to die over and over again
I have gone too far
I have said too much
And this wasted life
It burdens my soul

Forgive me for lamenting so,
Omegamale antics are at it again
The rain is leaking in
And I am so, oh
I am so cold.

Your unfolding, muted under the trodden Earth
Held priceless blooms in musical form,
Petals I caught with my silver net
And took into my mind.

I can still feel the echo and the wake
Of your presence here
I still have the smile, nested crescent in my eye
And my ears stuffed full of songs...

What is Diamonde to me
And where is John,
Reflections and compliments
Like gold flickers on the waves

Oh, the songwriter is gone
But the song lives on and on.

Let's see
If we can act differently.

...

It's hard.

Swollen emotion that bloats the soul
Flickering eyes, but they do take hold
From time to time
I feel sublime
But the key has grown warped and it does not fit right.

Grasping hands that wanted more
Yes, sometimes charm the cryptic door
From day to day
I swing and play
But it's become so complicated and I swear this is unethical.

People do not see the man
Lying in a hospital bed
On the edge of life
Just barely fight
In all the right ways, make the change

People think I'm angry, dumb
They would not understand that I've
Been bullied by the law since I was young.

Been bullied by the law since I was young.

Been bullied by the law since I was young.

i last forever
i come in hell
i come in heaven

i rang the bell
i ring the new thing
i'll drink forever

i never die
i last forever
i come in heaven

i come in hell
i'll break for you.
i'll break for you.

Clouds triumph over the little bay of macadam behind the shops,
Like the area behind a supermarket.
They parade on jubilantly

The sun is a medallion I am not allowed to wear
There is a house arrest bracelet on my ankle
And my bike is chained to a telephone pole.

I am on break, smoking one

My boss doesn't know about the house arrest bracelet,
I keep it concealed under loose denim,
My phone is blaring Back in Black.

I am rolling along the highway with a tribe of hooligans
I am playing a guitar solo on top of an old van,
Cutting up the clouds with my body as it screams along the highway

Cocktails in different locations,
Making out with felinish women behind stages.

I wonder if I'll ever make it there,
Or if I'll be left behind in the wake of smooth operators
Forced to stifle my groaning bones as she walks into the sun
(MY sun)
With him, hand in hand.

In me the universe is having an unholy seizure
There on the precipice resides my steeped cranium
Swimming with chemicals, turning the crown-harp over with destiny's hands

A cynical chord is struck, dissonant and sublime
A spine, by bolts of lightning, is realigned

The geometry of demons crosses my center until I reach a state of balance
To call on the help of angels
Who are only seen by the seeking mind

But turned over and over a black tunnel befriends me
And betrays me to the rest--
Which I've said I can rebel against.

What talent belies the aging boy?
Fost'ring there an ancient flame
Once was used to get him here
Now he flickers with his shame.

Tearing there upon his skin
Between victors and those whisked away,
He is peeling off the edge--
And can you see it in his eyes?

You have a way with words
They flash and they burn
Like little fireworks
But are they true to your flesh
Do they follow each turn,
Every beat of your heart
From the meat of your life?

You can ripple the air
From your lips to my ears,
With a dazzling flair
And your syllables dear
But the strategy's stale
I have tasted it often
I prefer we
Simplified.

Promises may show a glowing intent
Apologies-- promises late on their rent.
But
I want to know what it is that you meant
So I say: away with words

.

This form has been
Played upon in different ways
And she seems to master all of them
On each disparate string

Steel strings stretched out
Over a hardwood box
Cause I can't get out
Of your heart-shaped box.

And the sunrise
Nauseates
You left your kitten in a state

I know that I'm not the answer
But I could be your moment
And every time it's so dear,
Soft flesh and blood
It leaves me thinking about love.

It happened again
They wet the wood and braced it strong
And she manufactures all of them
In each disparate song

My nerves stretched out
Under the big hard sun
With the animal herd
I'm just another son

And the sunset
Dinner plate
You keep your lover out of state

I know I'm not the one
But I can substitute
And each time it's so dear
Soft flesh and blood
Leaves me thinking about love

The sun shines where mountain crags hold magnificent pine trees
Whose strong limbs hold wafting awns,
Home to many singing birds

The forest floor gives and cracks underfoot
The fresh and sharp scent--
From that glinting sap
In the morning sun

Life is bound on all sides by a crashing light
An impenetrable boundary forcing you to a finite sum
You are fine with this--
You will remember this trip, this place
Until your ends start to fray
You make no desperate offers to death
And require no souvenir
From this place

I used to burn even.

I watched the mutation in horror
in the mirror
what once was smooth has blistered and cracked
what was jet black is a crumpled gray

my personality grew cancers

you don't know how badly i want to join in triumphantly
sing with some passion about something meaningful to me
write something that excites you
pull you in like i used to pull in lovers by the waist

but i found myself shallow
rubbed raw by my own whine
oh, he fell off

now i'm just pulling you into my mess

and i'm not even doing it eloquently

some day i will write something good again
some day i will make masterful music

i just
might have to die first

There's a fire in the factory on fifth street,
It started in my dream and I knew
Then I woke and went to find it
And the world was ablaze when I got there.

A devil appeared on my shoulder
And said it was my fault, for dreaming
An angel appeared at my other
Who calmed me from crying and screaming
Protruding alone with nowhere to hide,
I noted that both were on my side.

All of our jobs are connected
Whether you know it or not
To this factory down on fifth street
That set the world on fire

And they can't find how it started
But the fatal flame has spread
The injured nurse their wounds, and
The living mourn their dead

And I saw your name in the fire
Hallucinating, hallucinating.

The vines of chronos are finding me
Like they find everyone
My face is changing,
A body waning

Where every iota of action
Constitutes a bad habit
Wearing out tissues
Where teeth grit and eyes narrow

The shrine, the chisel
The botched job
Around infinite hearth
Sclerotic vines, take your time
There is still work to be done.

I hear percussive chords
Of ****** time--
*** is in the next room
And I am just a tangent

But move gently off that bruise,
A look, a caress and you're mine
As far as we're tangled
A ******* in vines.

Constrict my nerves
Press out their promise
Chisel the marble
A relief--
A twisting
Of vine.

Whatever.
It doesn't matter.

This laptop's battery is gonna die,
and I'm gonna die,
and join the rubble
And all my memories will be lost
and all the strings that make me up
will be torn apart,
but i'm not lost.

I might as well just enjoy the moment,
take each ******-up stride
Take it one step further
Swinging wildly from the delusion of my life
Swinging crazily from my fickle mind

I don't feel based in anything at all
I feel like a foolish dream of the nether
My love is a wonderful fixture
Albeit temporary--
I'm not lost.

so what's
he gonna
do
Now?

i guess i'll just pick
apart
the stars
and the planets
until mercy has been shown to love
and everything makes sense again.

Gorelord sits atop his putrid pile
But the stench of his product is wrapped in a taut smile drizzled with aftershave
A tie drips blood from his neck like an intestine
Because he deals in the blood of men

His organs have become synonymous with a dark market:
He writes on living cadavers with a black marker
As long as he's writing in black
And keeps the red off his hands

From his point of vantage bulging eyes look for any cure to his empire of disease
These, men surround like silent tentacles
And dragged to the vault for dissection
That's the wrath of politics

The bride of crystal Love,
The only one with the right to sacrifice the body:

She told me a secret.

I am forbidden to tell you,
But I am not the only one.

Come wonder with me at intersecting circles,
Come see! the cosmos is her jewelry.
Come before the storm arrives and wipes us all out.

We are in communication
We are suspended here as one Breath
And lo! when the breath of life leaves us
Our lives and lips are sealed.

The embrace of the stars. It leaks

And the lake where it leaks to,

See it simmer up and take control.

Giving depth to beautiful things
By desecrating the table of God.

This is all i can think about.

This is all i can write about.

every hand to an oar,
this is the doldrums
there are no winds here.

we'll have to push through with brute force--
aye, we might be leagues behind
but this ship crafts its own ****** tale.

lads... if we make it through this we'll flex our muscles
and all the ladies at port will swoon,
and bed us readily!

so push on through this windless hell,
there's no waiting for a gust of luck,
we'll starve.

I want a taste of that edge,
Your hot razor has seared a civilization in the universe
Where minds know what operates beneath them
The only ones through to the point of understanding biology
What we are is amazing,
And I turn my mind to the things we have learned.

This garden has grown wild.

Here the marigolds choke,
There the thistle blooms,

Here the tulips suffer,
There the daisies revel.

There's a ******* with a waving cloak
Here to there, and never home
To answer for this lazy show

Here the roses luster;
Blistered, each begonia

Ivy spreading readily
Dead, my rhododendron.

Whenever time is fertile you should seed or you should swallow,
Depending on the moment.

And when you know it, you know it.

sear this chemical into skin
the mask of death lets life begin
it's never really here at all
and never gone, so fear that fall

but push the spear beyond the flesh
what's gushing there?
you'd never guess!
a sea, a sea, a sea of blood

And all its fins and wings are good.

so anoint my head with viscous oil
suspended there, i'll toil slow
and sip at syrup atmosphere
so bittersweet my sugared fear

i'll count the blades of grass backyard
the sun will set--
we won't get far.

the garden stares at me with grey-brown eyes,
deprived,
weakly it envies the neighbor's yards,
unwatered,
thirsty,
looking for love.

a hot vent of rage shoots up in my mind
i pour acid on the garden,
choking out its chance to grow.

there, i said smiling an evil smile
i killed some time

and i turned my back on the day
which had a dagger in its back

Seated in your cortex
You are excused for a time
By molecules of destiny--

Hallelujah.

Mr. Crowley,
Wyrd and wonderful
Mr. Feynman
Precise, boisterous, and exquisite
***** Wonka,
Pay him a visit.

Because I've got a golden ticket.

Encased by the left and right,
Hanging down in particular symmetry
Operate that scintillating organism!
Humming with treasured melody

Thanks for your music,
and who knows why?
Good fortune is here,
But don't worry, darling

It will all be washed away.

What is it that gets you off the most about me?

Destiny has pulled us tight at the waists,
The flames are fine, so hot
The taste...!

Your ******* are like succulent strawberries,
Your eyes
Like ***** of honeydew
Your ****
Like half-sliced melons
Your fingers
Like little bananas.

Let me skewer your fruits, girl
You are a delicious daisy

His cautious head is lowered
The scrawny grey wolf watches
And waits his turn

Big brothers are feeding,
He knows not to interrupt.

But he can't see that in his brainstem
Telling his heart to beat
That is where the big wolves are
And he is on the side of a kaleidoscope.

But he doesn't know that he'd go in between
Look for ways to save wolf meat
And all the bucks with their snarled teeth

So he mutates all his leaves
And liquifies his spirit
Summons his chemistry from crystal water molecules.

So he sheds his skin and follows breaks in symmetry
So he varies locally
And complexifies

So he radiates anew
So he watch the spirits run
And he saves the wolf meat,
He no eat.

The girl with the white lies
Is the girl with the black silhouette

Our love was a distortion of the human heart
It was a ****** up romance, an American delicacy
it was the black & red thigh highs

We tied a knot of lust, made each other's beds and business
I'm sure you won't mind me taking this piece of you
Picking each other apart like ravens
To themed music, you sweetly provide

In your arms I found the saddest minor harmony
With my self-harm. If I didn't explode
You would have found my sacrifice unworthy,
Swept me off the altar and disappeared

You were delighted at my promise of simple dissolution,
But time has decided that was a lie
Because I'll have a hard time seeing life any other way
You made my nights, you made my nights

bruxism--
another year of drug addiction.
abcess, recessed, sunken in
feeling like a ghost, walking through the house
hungry but not eating
hopeful but still leaning.

Learning.
a bright red box goes maroon
a bold and serious gray sets in, around
if hold your head steady,
imma milk the cow
keep a clear radius
and i won't worry about the moon
watching me sleep.

you
sitting in the sunlight at your kitchen table
it is around 3 or 4 o clock on a Saturday
cold January Saturday
drinking a chai tea latte
from the coffee shop down the street

your lover, the strong man
who whooshed right past me years ago
brings you a soft warm hug from behind
you smile, half-surprised
and the two of you are beautiful.

me
biking home in the snow
eyes locked into that horizon
blasting a stranger's romance into my ears
feet digging into sweet destiny
doing what i have to do
after i crash landed, crash landed down from you.

worrying that i'll never make it
part of me stuck always in the icy pit of jail
now when i get angry
i curse at the walls of my room
but i still believe, still believe.

lighting up a fretboard, trying to elicit a glow
that would sail me over the horizon
writing and writing and writing.

and we,
we will always be lovers.

even though now we are strangers.

hey darling,
i think we tripped on a drug
it was sticking out on a dark path like lingam
it left us seething like the crowd at your concert

they were dying, they were dancing
were we lying through our teeth when we said...
i can't say it now.

how should i feel about being a product of the same fire
that made such sick shadows dance?
and since feelings don't move, darling
what should i do?

but since action is anchored in feeling,
again i ask how should i feel?

i know you value callous
i see that grit in him
but i know your love is a tenderness
i know you want that from him

darling inside me i am weeping so intensely
i cry and i cry and i cry
why is it like this?
why does he laugh at my weakness
why am i the antichrist
a selfish sadness plagues him
i turned a corner and you were there
but you'd turn back just as easily, singing
carry on, carry on.

waste it waste it waste it waste it
bash my stash against the wall
crash crash crash
i'm gonna waste it all down
smash smash smash
i'm gonna clown around til i'm a
pile of ash

Of course he has to write a poem
For his biological mom

All fractals and dancing crystals
Singing life across the world

They're spinning bravely on woodland trails,
All trilliums and violets and pink lady's slippers
Even invasive narcissus, obliged by the drops of morning dew

He's happy there,
And he thinks to himself:
I must have come
From somewhere...

She is a blazon of Love
Vibrant with galaxies, nebulae
And bioluminescence
The glow of her mind sprouting flowers and funny things

Deep in her heart,
She finds Love as a spring

I ran from my love today.

That's better than punching it in the stomach,
Giving that old man of the future something to cringe about.

But I still ran. I picked up my guitar
And I put it down
I filled the lonely living room with uncomfortable ramblings
And I didn't apply for a new job today

I felt the foamy laps of time wash my dreams away
I compared my dreams to a past lover
Because I wasted today.

I did my chores and thought about that hateful ball and chain
I danced around the edges of my brain
I played Jeopardy with Alexa
And I felt completely drained

You never hear about the ones who tried but couldn't rise above society
You never read about the unfortunate would-bes of history
Someone might find their journal and find a little fire in the pages
Find a little fight in a dead man's wages

Against the tyranny of entropy
And cold society
Against resentments for his family

My sanity is already unwinding
I've come loose
I think about what could have been
I think about how terrible it is that mistreatment and misunderstanding ruled over my life
And who else is out there, I'm with you
Still fighting,
Whatever.

Nociceptor X
Another bud is grown midstorm
Surrounding, mother's treachery
And blurry eyes escort the form
Excluded from debauchery

Debauchery in paradise
In lustful love you can take part
She's ever present in the dice
The dice that roll on with our hearts

Her rolling eyes would turn me green
If I could even taste the world!
I'd give my all and better, still
Than you could ever give that girl!

Your moral turns are kink and fetish.
The universe from my perspective
It's barely even lit to think
And never bought
A stroke of ink--

We all go around with such infinite worth,
But in liters of blood.

Necks exposed,
Bag of guts,
Heads afloat
Bones that crutch
...Backs that break
Skins that touch
Nothing matters,
Very much.

And it feels like everything
To each one of us.

Duck your mood,
That's a joke.
Make me smooth
When I choke
Unless I start
Choking you
Then I'm in need
Of a room.

But let's see if we can hold this thing up.
Blood and guts:
Do we have enough?

In, in in
Break the skin
The wave rolls on

Landing rhythm with hearts
and working muscles
Crying cutting-music
from the treasured vessels.

Landing in beds with those lying lovers
And tearing them apart like raw scabs
in, in in
break the skin

He holds himself with strong resolve
He turns his head across the universe
The wave rolls on

Break the skin in,
Rolls the wave on.
Give me bas reflief bossanova beat
In the dusky dawn.
Find the cord that pulls me apart
Find a stronger sinew in that deeper wire

Cut the cord, let me die
Bleed me into eternal life
Cut to harmonics
And erring air

Lovers lying,
Staring there.

and i have no clue what happens after that.

with no middle to glow,
with no body to leave a body behind...

would you rock me, rock me to sleep
all the people i've hurt
all the things that i've said
strike their lightning deep

oh, won't you rock me, rock me to sleep?

and in self-pity i curl
but no secrets can keep
still the raw force of life
sounds its thunder deep
er

i am the lightning-keeper.

& my shadow
is

called

reaper.

I hold guilt like a treasure
But start to feel stupid
Hold on, I said, you don't know what I mean
Only what I meant

Well what I mean is constructed only of intent
Which hardly brings me solace
I'm counting on potential.

Only someone so privileged and used to being safe
Would act this way.

Well, I love you, and I hold it like a treasure
Because I think I've got some time
To make my life a little better

And pondering the outcomes given easier paths
Is inimical to my profession,
I want to stop going over those neural pathways

Born into a bauble, from
What we call pain and we call love
A harvest here, a famine there
Nested in your timely cove.

Where flesh and forest give us walls
For summer or for frost.
And tousled from the ether there,
A city built on science.

We'll call this city Brotherhood
And Masons know it best--
That brick and mortar make good neighbors,
Pray it stands the test.

I'll craft a heart to love you well
But need I even mention?
From there inside your tink'ring world
You are your own invention.

For Love is just Necessity--
One of her many forms.
And I feel that Nature's playing, here
Some legendary game.

There is more nothing here. See,
I can cup hands full of water.
It stays here for a while--
...

I release chemicals when you smile.

They pool up
Like you stayed for a while.

Like floods of the Nile.

Ribbons of silver ride these navy nights
Winds of change
Pangs-- blues knocked across my guitar
I collide with crooked fate
And truths hard becoming

My mind paints silver streaks in the slats of rain.
You hold onto my wretched hand
While a beast searches me
For sympathy, climbing out of the puddle below.

"There is more nothing here," he says
And his impossible figure perplexed my mind,
Standing there.
"No," I said, "There is more nothing here"
And impaled him with several silver ribbons.

The sun breaks.

Tendrils of smoke
Find my nostrils
Which themselves,
Are just tendrils of smoke
My mind
Wraps around itself--
Itself,
Just tendrils of smoke.

Liquid sunshine, I like that
Keep it moving just like that
Take the rain and give it breath
Take that pain and give it death

When you wash over my head,
I feel the warmth of feeling cold.
When you pull me through the world,
I feel the youth in getting old.

And I'm tired, tossed and told.

But at every turn my life was bold
At every insult I was sold
I rang,
"It's priceless,
More than gold."

See I forgot my Midas touch
And money never mattered much
It's like the feeling of the rain
Yes, just to feel
Is something gained.

The sky has turned ultraviolet
And the people's hair lifts towards outer space
Like it does when submerged in water

The stakes are high,
The secrets are sealed tight
And everything has eyes

The cars are fast and the world looks more lopsided
Than ever.

And she is hot, white-hot
So hot she is cold, her essence unfolding
Mocking figurine gods, deceiving the people
By giving them science and the truth.

Good merit makes her look an ugly ten, dripping with gold
and material goods, she has put disdain in my heart for these things
But slipped in a second guess, and then, I find beneath that
A deep respect and appreciation for all things under the sun

For taste and for culture
It turns you on that she is so crazy,
That things have gotten to this point
You're likely to wrap yourself in her **** form
Pull her close to you, because the world is ending (it is)
And fire is coming from the sky

Or maybe it's just from her eyes.
They are everywhere

They don't understand
Grandma understands
She can only be with you for so long

They don't understand
The universe forced your hand
Every sin was manifest
Had to be
They say ridiculous,
Clearly it was your choice

They outline the logic
Don't you see
It was your choice
Can't you see why this is your fault

In a court of law
Outlined it
You know it's bull*t--
Self defense!

They don't understand
These other version of you
Drowned versions
Is that what you believe?
That we are all just other version of you

How selfish can this individual be
And can't it see
That it can only go so far before finding a kind of recompense

No I do not see
I refuse to yield
Because I am growing wild
Wild without a care.

If I am to be the predator in heaven,
Then I'll be the best ****** Lamb there ever was.

But you could never be the Lamb
Never, never in a bazillion years
And don't you think just because you're Satan that I feel bad for you
You could never be the Lamb
I'll beat the thought out of you
You could never be the Lamb
The Lamb doesn't act like that
The Lamb doesn't DO that
You could never be the Lamb
No you could never be the Lamb
The Lamb is not so selfish

I'm so many folds deep.

It's when I listen to Soupy's songs
Or when those songs turn my attention to Ginsberg
And moments like that

That's when I realize how stuck in myself I am.

I want to write about someone dear to me. And it bothers me that I don't do that naturally.

I want to write about my generation. Something other than me.

I'm so detached from things, and only cultured in some random patches of obsession. I try to fix that. I am a little slow at it. And yet I witness from myself bursts of creative brilliance. It happens. . .

It is sometimes very hard to be creative. I think O. Henry said something about having to leave the house.

Who and what is dear to me? I miss Brian. We don't talk at all anymore, and we used to be best friends. I dont even remember what I said when I was depressed. What was that, two years ago?

I'm stuck on someone I haven't talked to in over 4 years. That's pretty horrible.

I really need to try to be more positive with my mom, even if she is having a rough day, because she just seems so sad even when she's happy. And I ****** my parent's lives up so terribly.

So now that I've done that I get to tell you more about me and why I'm so important,
I could do so many things with my brain,
I watch all these educational videos.

But I vandalized a train station one night in 2016 when my parents called the cops on me for throwing my brothers ihome and i talked to the cops and then tried to bike off the anger after.

But the tires were slashed and I got so mad and broke this very expensive electric sign at the train station as well as a store front window and a windshield of a parked car with rocks.

So then I did 5 months in jail and I was charged with a felony, but if I do this mental health court its not a felony, and it is a year and a half and every day i never know if I will have a drug test which takes lots of time to do because I take the bus a couple towns over for them

So that lasts for at least another year but my restitution is $45,000 and I will go on regular probation until that is paid off

So I'm like, pretty smart and I want to go to school but I'm not sure if I should do that or just try other things and be creative.

I dont know I've literally been studying receptor pharmacology of cells recently for kicks. And I love physics. I dont know. Music is my main love. I don't think its smart to major in music. Ugh, I'm 23

I dont know why I'm posting this I'm not trying but I want you to read it its like mean of me to want you to understand this but not even be trying.

I just want to be able to do things again, like drive and afford things and work a regular job. I feel like I'm in hell but I know I should be thankful? I dont know. I wish I were a famous musician.

I probably dont seem intelligent to you at all. I'm actually pretty intelligent but it is in specific ways, I'm like a lower tier genius. I'm just losing my ****. That got auto corrected to shot and now I'm sad.

I don't want to catch up on things,
So i can be more erudite

I don't want to "stay relevant"
I wish that I could just dissolve

I don't want to pretend again
And play the evil puppeteer
I want to lop these antlers off,
So's I can be a trueblood deer.

So force a meaning if you must
But I can make no promises
I wish that it could be a deer
It never will see from a deer

And we would meet between the trees
And get the **** thing over with

bodhicitta drags on a cigarette
bodhicitta sits slumped over in a bar corner and ****** on itself
bodhicitta forgot how to lie,
but there is still hope.

turn my dreams inside out before my eyes
puncture me and tell me it's not so easy
throw sand in my gears and leave me wondering
what is wrong with the world?

splintered open, i remembered
because the sun's river was broken there
my ideals melted and left disfigured
it was my job to provide form.

tell
me
the
whole
truth

and i'll try
to echo you

My strive is dying--
I'm sorry to say
I see it so alive in you
All around me
With your eyes like a tiger
With your rhythm like a panther
Stalking its sacred prey
In the jungle church jazz atonal life song

There's no rhyme or reason
We stay together, we fall apart
I am so sorry
I'm sorry that my strive is dying
And I'm not doing the things anymore
To keep it alive.