If I were you,
I would choose a different vow,
I probably have not left you,
I may have chosen a new way.
to contort your heart,
just left me amazed.
I would have seen the
tears fall off my eyes,
‘cause I murdered a flying butterfly.
These all sound familiar
and the astonishment
just makes me pass by.
I never thought you would be
in so much pain,
a simple acceptance just made you
paralyze.
maybe your death could be
more beautiful than a
Thousand life.

Genuine kindness
is misunderstood
for ulterior motives.

Defensive claws
draw blood from
my open hand.

My tears hold
no expectations
lifting me up,
nurturing your fall.

A smothered cigarette in the ashtray
lingers within the lounge
stirred by a retching cough
as if It wasn't enough

Squeezing the last drop from the bottle
does not go far  enough
like shoving  that needle up in the arm
it brings no calm
as if it wasn't enough

His body aches within her
looking for pleasures
that have left  for pain
it doesn't feel the same
yet it craves
as if  it wasn't enough

reaching for life
with outreached hands
the ghost has left
dying wasn't enough
life goes on
as if it wasn't enough


Each day is an addiction
searching pleasures in pain
for before the  day is over
the night starts
robbing the sun from light
rising on the morning tide
wiping the stars from the sky
making a fool of the night
as if it wasn't enough



In  the ashtray
curls a snake  dressed  in smoke
the dragon comes to claim his own
the bottle fells to the floor
there is no more
unless you ask for more
as if it wasn't enough