the sun is setting.
i point my gaze to the sky
and wait for the moon.

as the moon rises,
the words in my throat do, too.
i hope you love me.

They say you don't know what you have until it's gone.
But what about the people that do know?
The people that just have to sit there waiting and watching helplessly as the only thing that's keeping them from going insane is walking away from them.
Isn't it much worse for them?

I am not tired
but I am living for the moment
when I turn off the lights and cover the digital clock

my room a haven of crystal tar darkness
a sudden still
my body strangled by the heavy warmth of sheets
under which even the throbbing of my wrists- the price I pay- seems none too deep

comfort and ease
no responsibility in dreams
my breath slows and the stars explode

a butterfly kiss from Death


Until sunlight stabs my eyes wide open
sending me through the motions of another day
throughout which my soul longs for sleep

the choir sings a lullaby in a language I don't need to understand

Obsession

Love spins tangled webs
Truth sets free the unwilling
Trapping the blind ones


Psychosis

Voices unwelcome;
Torture rings through delusion-
Comfortably numb.


Helpless

The dark of sky falls
Stars struggle to shine through it
As hope does when lost


Envy

To find a sweet bird
To sing the sweetest soul song
But not to your soul

Depravity

A passion called forth
So clawed in and smothering
The light left her eyes


Apathy

Grim thoughts pull tightly
Red lines flow in a river  
The last cut, deepest.


Loss

Petals of thought fall
The wind scatters emotions
To the ends of earth