She's scary but very beautiful...
Like fire, terrifying, but at the same time, too tempting to touch.

She screams at me but I love it...
Like a lion humming with piano keys.

She wore black and made it look like rainbow...
Like a bat with butterfly wings.

I have discovered the sober sunrise.
No longer the bringer of pill-drawn sleep
or the sick brightness of morning
as I walk home via cigarette butts
and misleading signs.

Who am I, to walk amongst the living,
after all the times I have died?

I saw myself at the end of the world;
strategic scar on my upper left wrist,
the extension cord and the lower branch
of the Tree of Life.

The taste of cheap red has become a phantasm;
salted mirage of clean streams and reservoirs
in the backdrop of dry land.

Now only cigarettes or accidental love can **** me.
I have discovered the sober sunrise
but have no idea what to do with it.

time will come to travel faster than legs can take you
and then it will be fascinating
watching for the demons leap out the throats of road rage maniacs

Spoonful of hope
Poured with care
Elixir to rejuvenate
The dim realities
Gulped down
For it to find its way
Through the
Corridors of malady
To infuse hope
Bleak moments
Will surely brighten
Gaining strength
To fight another day