Wasteful wallowing in a crumbling hollow dwelling
Obfuscating the obvious problems, scared from telling

A distracted dubious damnation,
I have craved temptation into
cramped every solitary sensation
and turned them to them sins, too.

So I fantasise, and rampantly
Agonise the logic in my mind
I dream of worlds without proportion
and engagements of moral absorption.
Til' I saturate my soul with images
of endless time and space.

In a stale solitary dimension
I weave tales of honorary mention
but forget their ascensions.

Broken wishes of impossible ambitions
With uncultural and isolated renditions
Of self-indulgent ordeals.

Brought upon by uncontrollable feels
and reeled beyond sense into the light
where my mind cannot be healed.

Satisfy your shallow heart
In desperate and selfish chases
Shy away your many faces
In lonely and hopeless places

Bittersweet superficial king
Of everything, hide your heart away
Draw the blinds over me and say
‘I know I’m right anyway
My way is the only way.’

I laugh at how serious you get
It’s hard to lose love and not fret
But you can’t play them anyway

So how can you sit there and say
While the discarded remnants
Your self-absorbed soul waste away
‘I’ll soon find my own way.’

The week beginning
The seventh of the tenth
Twenty thirteens from my final death

Wings clipped now, time is done
Madness has manifest
straight after sweet love

Scouring the undertow
dusky and dusted
I dream of the willow
pure yet untrusted

I envision a broken halo
charred, shattered and rusted;
utterly finished, diminshed
as if we have never lived

All this respect we had claimed and craved
Caught our fire and went up in frames of flames

And the lie that called us all to see
Eye to eye has fallen three degrees

So if you hear the sound of my voice again,
then know I'm three thirteens, awaiting death

His hatred hangs like a hook
Though crooked, he is never right
They say, it seems to swing that way
That’s how it is each and every day

He cannot look to the shadowed
He cannot bear to share his light
His widowed consort can only stare

Onwards through his harrowing
Silence bearing then, his screaming
Never caring, broken curses bearing

What can be done to heal those?
Locked, heart beating deep in shock
Trapped into cavernous corners
Crying like corrupted cavalry
Over love long lost and choked
To the coldest point and having broke

He will not consider those, no
Only slither to the shivering throat
Of the widowed ones’ lost love
Reciting hopeless jokes over and over
‘Cracked are those who confine
themselves to corners’

But when it comes to him, in sudden shock
When the pain of his coveting stands in the way
He will understand, on that depressing dark day
The pain he has made the lost love
That he so shamefully craved
On that dark day,
When silence breaks…

Sitting, dull, fingers fixated
Shadow covers shimmering screen
All feelings subsided or degraded
Our choices made have their meanings faded
We are not following our shallow dreams
In the hollow, our greyscale souls scream

What is this phenomenon?
Soullessness in lack of love
Or enlightenment in lack of light?
Dissonance attracts to me
Pieces fall like grey floating dust
Darkness calls in on an autumn dusk

Boons beneath our silence
And silent thunder
What decadence lies, so deep
Beneath a white sky?
How do I repair myself from under?
And hear clear my love’s calling?
When my eyes have been torn asunder
I cannot bear to make myself die


I keep switching from ditch to ditch
No man’s land is lost without light
The mist forming atop my mind

No longer blind me from sight!
Not without my heart’s light
To put up a valiant fight
In the highest of harmony
I shall let my soul take flight…