I keep waiting for that moment
That full gasp of fresh air
Where I'm no longer dancing
With the noose of your despair


*s.q.

I've asked God to **** me multiple times, but He ain't listening.
If He always comes right on time, right now would be fantastic.

I swim through the roses
Blooming among the dying
Leaving the stars behind me
Taking a harsher path.

Life is nothing but a lover
Doesn’t last after all
The only love that matters
Is the one we leave behind.

Suppose for just one second
Or perhaps a minute more will do
That hope is only beauty
When it burns a mark in you.

Time to continue on
For another night  
But how do flowers grow
In the winter’s shadows?

He's never aware of how much pain he feels
Until he's pushed to that point...
That snapping, tick-tock of the neck when
The Devil supposedly possesses him.
But it's never the Devil, it's just the silence
In him being reborn again.

She's never aware of the fact
That there's scissors in her shoes
Because she's always dancing...
Dancing to the music of every feeling
Except fine because it makes a lovely tune
Until it doesn't.

This poem exists within a lack of being.

When did they become so frivolous frivolous?

I am aware now.