My body limp & unresponsive
I try to move it but I am so far
Watching from above
Clouds and a canopy of treetops divide us
Layers of sediment cover
Toes, fingers, *******
Buried and lost

A smile I put up to my face
Strange feel and a twisted shape
A façade that I try to make

Out of something borrowed.

A laugh that I sound out loud
Some kind of noise let slip out
A resemblance of what's normal

Definitely something borrowed

A skin scene in a romance movie
A drunken feel I’m left wanting
Someone to hold close to me

Hoping there’s more I can borrow

Long nights of faithful dreams
Characters that only I can see
Left hoping for a better morning

Something that’s not mine to borrow

30 dollars to crack a smile
maybe once a week
genuine or a habit of intoxication
matters not because its more than I've felt
in a week and a half passed
Always the hope of something more
and the disappointment in what is reality
Another hungover Sunday morning
ruined by the bark of a dog that isn't mine
The awakening not from sleep
but the dream of a life I do not own

How to find clarity
When staring into the void
Searching for answers
To the questions I avoid
Wandering lost
Like a man without eyes
Stumbling and falling
With no help from allies
But it’s hard to be lost
With no exit in mind
I care for the journey
Not what’s at the end that I’ll find
In love with the maze
All it’s walls and it’s turns
An end to the race
Is not of my concerns
For I don’t wish to be found
Discovered by all
All I want is to continue
My endless fall
Back into darkness
From which I came
Seen by none
Known by not even my name

If I'm not doing no one knows my worth
If I stop so does my value
We aren't worth what we are,
only what we do

Your words taste like blood in my mouth
Metallic and foreign.
I've seen your face a thousand times
but tonight feels like the first time that I've really seen you.
Your voice meets my ears comfortably,
but there's something about it that I don't quite recognize.
You've grown and changed,
it's alright though because so have I.

Sitting in a room full of things
But the things are just things and they don’t mean a thing
Because a person is not a thing
They are a person
And a person is just a compilation of memories and feelings
But if a person is no longer making memories or feeling things
Then they are just the reflection of a person
And reflections are just what you see in a mirror
And a mirror is just a thing
And things don’t mean a thing
I am a thing in a room full of things