That's it now
that's what you've reduced me to.
And I honestly have no clue how,
I'm going to deal with losing you.

I said three words,
that ever important,
but terrifying verb.
But I meant it.

I've tried killing my mind,
going back to where I was when I met you.
I wanted to be numb so I tried and tried.
That failed too.

But I think I've found a solution,
a way to forget for a few hours,
a blood stream pollution.
I won't have to think about all that was ours.

But those three words always return,
I love you.

A slightly bent knee
defines the position
of a curled hand.
Far from disfigured,
the glazed white eyes stare on.
They have seen centuries,
watched life evolve,
without ever viewing.
Fake,
he is all fake.
Wrought by hand.
Born at a time so long lost,
yet never ageing a day,
save for a few wind worn wrinkles.
Grooving the juvenile face.

I've acquired a broken ideology
Now God won't even acknowledge me
And "what's her name" is just a blur
and all my thoughts are dire and absurd
So pass me a bottle of pills and a beer
Cause religion can't make this void disappear

We have all seen and felt
The boy by the shore
He is quiet and calm
He invites you in to play
Seems harmless to everyone

This boy has a dark side
He will pull you in until you cant get out
Push you down to the sands below
Bury ships at his feet
Until there is life no more