For the time is not mine to keep
Impassable mortor keeps me at bay
The smell of fear like the waves of high tide
crashing upon the rocky shore that was my life
My judgment was passed before your words were spoken
Oh, my love- how I bleed for you
Is that your blood as well?  Do you shed for me as well?
I have left nothing
Proverbial dust in the wind
For it is not for everyone to leave their stain upon the play

My body is the vessel in which your story shall be known
Pages of flesh, written into decay and eventually, the earth
My soul, laden with the stains of my own admonishment is where your sins will be laid to bear
When the hands approach thrice, vengeance will be so swift
When the arm reach up for the trinity, the viscous brutality of my vengeance will be unmatched if not only by it's own depravity and indifference
When the clock strikes three, and the darkness of your chambers begin to close in all around you and you hear the whispers of what you already knew
It will be in that moment, in the moment that is yours and yours alone that you will know

What is a memory?
What is a thought?
Is it the fear of losing the trees to the sky?
Is it the darkness inside out?


The pain clouds my thoughts, closing in
I cannot bleed, cannot hemorrhage
Cruel irony runs through my veins now
And hate
My mind races with the corruption of fear
I am no longer me
I am no longer you
I am


If I were the sun and you were the ocean,
     we could meet at dusk and drink of each other
in bliss and warm familiar chaos
Will you die to me?

It is not tomorrow yet
But today
Why does she cry?
What makes her wail so?
Was it me?
Should I be punished?

The wind breaks on the shore like glass on my memory
Sand is forgotten to time like so many martyrs
They throw themselves upon the sword of my own paranoia
Bleeding lies

Again I am besieged
surrounded yet alone
These context have trapped me so
Who are you-you who steadily tip toes through my eyes
         and inner-most desires?
Are you the demon I've been chasing?

What is it worth to you?
That moment
That day
that feeling
That last breath of a childhood gone erased?

What is it you would give to live again?
Your skin perhaps?
The eyes in which the world beholden you
Or maybe the leg you stand so firm in your own self-righteousness

For just one more moment to live again