Eyes cold & open
Spark extinguished beating no more
Still rigor mortis

Out of sight,
Out of mind,
Living away from the street, resting in the dark places
Where the sun doesn't always shine,
The street is but a dream,
From where they rest their weary heads.
These alley cats
Homeless,
Destitute,
At the lowest points in their lives,
Some seek solace from life,
To drown this tainted dream,
Alcohol,
Needles,
Crack pipes,
They can be found Used and abused,
With no hope left, some lay there for days,
Life drained
Saddened eyes
What possessions stripped
Others needed more,
A once proud man, dead half naked on the floor.
Cardboard and ******* hide his dignity
His body taken
He sleeps,
He is cleaned,
A family member found
He is buried, for some this is a dream.
An alley cats life is as hard as it comes
The street is but a dream
They didn't ask for this
But in the alleyway is where they live
Cardboard, plastic covers,
Too keep them from the cold,
A spark of warmth
In this alleyway of broken dreams.

Water the giver
Water the taker,
It flows as we are one,
It is a mirror
A reflection of us.
When the water is calm,
Emotions settled
Peaceful,
Content,
Relaxed,
But underneath there is turbulence
Calm hides a secret,
It is the giver but taker too,
You sink below,
It flows over taking your breath
You are one with death
It is
Violent,
Raging,
Unforgiving,
The giver,
The taker,
It is solid yet vapour
We are part of it as it is of us.

Knock Knock
who's there,
Death
Death who,
You are but beat away from my care.

No sleep will I have, how I am haunted
Waiting for the answer of life
I hunger, but never will I drink
Never will I be a slave
I would end it
Before I became eternity's slave
The beating I miss the sound
But I will only here others
Never again mine, I wish to live
But I am now an abomination of Death
I linger in
Death,
Life,
Hunger,
Lust,
I live in the shadows,
I will never feel the beauty of life.
I wish for an answer
I must end it,
Take those that thirst
End their existence,
They are an abomination of life
I will die before becoming eternity's slave.

I exhale, I do it before every ****,
I know there plans
Watched for many days and nights
Their routine bound days,
Awake,
Breakfast,
Work,
Sleep,
"No detour this makes it easier"
Analyse,
Plan,
Time,
Place,
I do this as I must,
I don't do it out of pleasure
I do it for there last breathe
Inhaled many, I tasted there death.
Exhaled,
Inhaled,
"Nectar of life"
Then they are gone,
It must be quick, no pleasure
In a lasting ****.  
I don't know you
"But I saw your breathe,
Each is different  unique,
But those special ones I see,
The nectar must be inhaled
The only reason I ****,
"Beware where you exhale,
As it may be the last that you breathe
**And I inhale while you lie now still

A tear of red falls
Splashes on the floor below.
It joins those that fell before
So many, a stream of red
Drips,
Oozes,
Flows,
The arm hangs over,
Like a limp branch its fruit drips off,
The pool of transplant now full of death
It holds emotion that bled out,
The waters calm as once again
A single drop drips to the floor
The fruit of life
Falls,
Clots,
Rots,
There is no life in this branch
It hangs over it fruits have now
All fallen to the floor.

I was at deaths door,
But I wasn't walking through,
Everything piled against it
Wood and nails,
Chest of draws,
Kitchen sink,
Where did that come from??
As long as I'm this side
I don't care anymore.
I have kept them from coming
I hear them knocking,
My soul wanted,
Bodies worm food now
So cant go back there no more.
I will not go through
I will never walk through
Darkness,
Light,
What ever waits for me
They not having my soul,
I sit against it
I feel it its neither warm or cold.
But what I don't realise
Is that I was already through
That my soul passed through,
The door was jut a metaphor.
Some thing I would understand
No one escapes,
No one hides,
Once you leave the meat,
Your soul had its foot
Through the door.
And which ever way you go,
Your stepped  through
Before you could even lock the door..

Shattered dreams
Of a nightmare claw,
Sweating brow
As the terror controls,
Eyes shut
The waking world is no more.

In dreams I shudder,
The terror knocking at my dream door,
What lurks behind this barrier
That keeps the abomination of my mind
behind this mental door.

I toss and turn, shout out loud,
The door becoming splintered.
The terror,
The nightmares
Are breaking through.
Night terrors
Clambering over my mind.

In search of forgotten thoughts
To twist
Mould,
corrupt,
In to that which will be distorted truths
They twist my mind as
There is no more door.

Shattered dreams,  
I wish not to sleep not any more,
As the dream demons
Always in wait behind my door.