I'm spinning out of control,
spiraling down,
overload.
I'm slipping,
just don't let go.

Stuck in overdrive,
mental meltdown,
I'm losing my mind.
My only enemy,
is time.

I feel my brain cells exploding,
the shores of my heart,
slowly eroding.
I cannot breathe,
my lungs are imploding.

I'll close my eyes,
hold my breath,
and hear the cries.
I need you now,
please save me,
I need you now.

Golden and orange,
they crunch beneath my feet.
With fall comes leaves,
my head full of empty dreams.

I know no bounds,
my mind stretches to infinity and back,
yet my dreams seem so dead,
untouchable at best.

My future seems bleak,
full of broken commitments and shattered dreams,
but right now,
I don't mind.

I'll carry on,
I'll move along,
because I know one dream has come true,
and that is to wake up alive.

Cold,
my bones rattle and ache.
Is there some other place?
If so,
will you take me there?

I can't fight this anymore,
metaphysically lost,
in a cyclone of dying thoughts and blank realizations.

I need more,
but I don't want it.
I want to be left alone,
I want to be saved.

I know there is a paradise out there,
but where?
Is it here?
Or is it there?
Is it real?
Or is it fair to say it doesn't exist?

I want to be removed,
there is no place for me here.
There is no place for my soul,
dead or alive,
shattered or whole.

Take me with you,
beyond the limits,
where we'll explode into oblivion,
and find the paradise,
the paradise we both so desperately want.

Paralysis surges over me,
I feel nothing, not even numbness.
Levitation raises me,
from my bed, I ascend.

I do not look down,
for I fear the ground.
Nor do I wake myself,
for if this is a dream,
I don't want it to end.

The air is cool up here,
far above the Earth,
far above the trees.

I feel weightless,
almost like paper,
as the breeze lifts me.

When I reach the stars,
the skyline, the end,
I stop.
My body drops,
and burns up in the atmosphere.

But I stay here,
my entity stays here,
where I float,
where I will remain,
till I dissipate.

Breaking waves and breaking hearts,
each are constant,
one after the other,
after the other after another.

Rain beats down on the still water,
on the once beating heart,
like a drum,
or a gun,
it echos.

Just another weathered face,
or maybe an empty space,
stuck in place,
stuck in time.

In the crowd, all alone,
the mind, a black hole,
Something special,
but not,
a rarity.

Holding onto a single line,
a single word,
a moment in time.
Slashed and torn,
what once was warm,
is now gone.

I lay here, paralyzed,
under the vibrant evening sky.
Clouds float on by,
this, I've never seen.

Such beauty before me,
I've only heard of in stories.
It's mesmerizing to see,
almost unbelievable.

What's inconceivable to me,
is that we're the only ones here.
There must be more out there,
in each tear in the space time continuum.

Birds fly overhead,
singing songs to the dead.
Some words are better unsaid,
her bed will be empty tonight.

Night slowly approaches,
as darkness encroaches the light,
the sunsets on another day.
Paralyzed, I close my eyes,
as I lay outside my shattered car,
only a few feet away.

An empty carcass,
beaten to death.
Left for dead,
in the concrete streets.

Cracked and all dried up,
it follows the breeze,
like autumn leaves,
dead and yet dancing.

The ground will open someday,
swallow you whole.
The sky is black as coal,
your soul will wither.

Like the carcass, you will die,
rise from your sleep,
deep underground,
but for now you suffer sin.