Even when the rain it pours
Seven senses scream some more
Steven gets odd to form the chlor
and
Eden calls with bright decor

Remember the wine
Remember the roses
Remember the times
and
Remember the tree line
Because in the end our cause and plausible reasoning for being,
are nothing more than rain that pours and ruins our decor.

Goodbye forever or until i see you again
hands that tick but never click
a sound of happy
claps.
Hello, how do you do? To a very old friend
hands that yearn a skin to burn
but seem to sadly
tap.

Taken to a turbulent terrain against thine will.
Traverse the trails to lay tracks again and again, you already know the drill.
Teeming with troubled terrors you take time into your palms,
ticking traps let ankles tell the tale of turmoil and various qualms.
Together with a muffler top the tube with blockage and such,
those fumes tingle and tantalize a call leading way to crutch.
Eventually effort takes its toll and you lose sight of
the proposed goal.

Friday oh Friday the 13th that's my day,
June oh June how consistently you tend to loom.
One time it was power rangers and clay
Another, IIIII just went out to play.
I remember very few and yet the years stick like glue.
I am dissatisfied with the skin and bone I was supplied,
yet
I bet
With all my heart.
That I will wake with a smile, even when I'm falling apart

Closer than close calls.
Wishful thinking about wishes worth thinking.
Bye bye to their innocent bystanders.
Good riddance to the painful penance
and
Good morning massive amounts of crap.
Getting older like a machine *****
and
worst of all,
I'm not even 19.

The apple of my eye is red and rotten from years of being propped up and beaten. A core impure and drowning in a sea of enzymatic browning, a flooding of air to remove that certain flare. The seeds have been sewn, tossed, thrown aside to hide the shame. Sadness seems to seek me, might be my own undoing. The apple of my eye is ever changing, it all depends on when my lids are closing.

Terror tends
to
take its time

seeping slowly
into
sadness