i tire of the dense, wretched grip of the night
dry the **** of boredom from my skin
**** in the glow of the moon
and walk to the edge
where I am swallowed by the black
i peel back the stark
where the true light burns
where the breath of forced solace
is at least
visible

I wear your under wear you cleaved my jacket,
Grow deep things that we can never imagine.
My head is ***** you say your thoughts are to..
Have you ever loved it too fact where you want that person?
We speak about the past and I trace what was broken,
Draw him in rage I can feel it in my stomach
We measure weight we measure love
Even though we lost a lot tonight if your down I gotcha...

How do you  know that I not turn?
How do you know that I won't leave?
Look at my actions like a verb
Like I look at you as a door with a key.

I'm never gunna bother I'm never gunna text you no more..
Man foreal this is strange...this so strange..
Love me oh Love me when I'm weak.
That's my Reign What a place.....all this Shame..
I'm a Shamed...
I'm stronger then what you believe
Please don't take what you can't eat

I'm a fool I'm sick and weird to everything,
Everything told me to stop being somebody..
Somebody said if you're breathing you can't be a nobody
Nobody just watched as the tears gave birth like ovaries.

Yeah the sad thing about it is I lost a friend and gained a community.
Funny how we never joke and work hard for this" dying man to be".
Too make clear Money is dead and yet we still need it.
I need a job man I need a job
It feels like my heart was mobbed it feels like my past will always haunt.
And the Good thing about it is God is on top...
Sleep why
Eat why
Count the days I have broke off,
Count the months I have tried to get it right.

I am obscure in moments where I don't exist
In this second. Censorship of a  tear that rolls
But never leaves my optics, that aluminate
In a motion of constant stillness.

Speechless thoughts echo, but are never observed.
I walk in an empty place, but I drown in footstep
That asphyxiate my complexity of needing to
Breath, to breath words expressing a wavering need.

Shrouded on a tapestry of counterfeit smiles, I
Scream in my demise of continued existence.
I'm on the side of the road a tyre flat, but its
My soul that deflated and now I scream in silence.

A blue guitar, twelve pieces of silver-
ware, some feldspar, an essay on The Art
of War, two pine bookshelves, fifty-four books
about the past, a stone axe that must have
belonged to the last of the Mohicans, fifty more
books about bones, stones and famous pomes,
a sliver of glass from a mirror that shattered
the last six years like they didn't matter
plus one to go, a shitload of old liquor bottles,
a fossil of an inner earbone from a killer whale,
a spear-point older than 12,000 years+plus,
a tooth from a shark as big as a ****** bus,
dust marks from missing pictures of us.

Time is a clock,
a face no-one forgets, a
stopwatch on a stiff wrist
beneath crisp white cotton,
a feral black cat in the woods
of adulthood that sneaks
up on you in your prime,

or something like that.

Dark beauty sings tonight
Angel voice by candle light
Reaching dimensions long gone
Keeping them mesmerised by song

Bright light now giving them choice
Each are heeding her sweet voice
As music soothes beasts everywhere
United by the sounds they share
True beauty singing in the dark
Yielding her song like the lark

Shine on you blacknight
like the dark light of a dead star

deep as a black well
drawn from my memory

clear as a mirror
over the mouths of the dead.

What is twinkling?
On the forest lake
Where is it from?
What doth it make?
The fool that I am
An idiot I are
It is the night sky
From the morning star