Intermittently I gander upon the vault of heaven

and in uncertainty

ask her if she comprehends me more then I, myself.

"I do not understand,"

I elucidate to her.

Looking beyond the bleak high seas

to try and inquire something more about myself I might have misplaced.

I do not understand the throbbing laceration that consumes my precious humanity.

Who could fathom this foreign species as it enters you,

Replenishing your helpless heart

As you forever reverie of touching lips.

Frowning at my deliberation

I stuff my scrutiny back into a simple heart shaped locket

Tossing the key

Until I find the impotent longing to dig it up again.

"Will I ever understand?"

I ask her once more.

Her eyes were now dense with the discerning fog of sorrow.

She seemed to be apologizing

As I wallowed beneath her vast stretch of glory.

"I'm sorry, my child."

She whispered.

"Your aching is the crumbling of the skeleton that encloses your understanding."

At the end of time,
You are the heaven
I want to belong to.

Night star blue,kick me am dead
my words are mighty,
am wise,I must say
i promise i won't write anything rash
am leaving this cave

Here comes trouble, here comes the danger
as the darkness grows,
lights fades
thunder claps,we're  bonded together
Orchestra of my heart
chords of my soul

So profound was the stillness,
And heavy was the dark,
I could not rise and see the morning.
So piercing was the silence,
So clamorous was the void,
It pricked my ears like needles
And drew me near with siren song.
A shadow in the darkness,
I crept thoughtless towards the empty.
It wrapped me in clandestine,
And dragged me into the obscure.
A sleep from whence there is no wake,
A night without a dawn,
A place where twilight kisses dusk,
And all light dies in silence.

Such heaviness
Bearing on me
All-consuming
Eating away
From all sides.
Soon
I must all be gone.


I feel.
Oh how I feel.
So many tears
How could this body
This tool
Hold so many
They fall down
As I do.
Without warning
Under attack.
I am helpless
I am powerless.
It is too late
But
I do
Deserve this.


Treasure maps
Fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it’s time
Call me back when it’s passed
No one to blame
But my stupid
My reckless
My self.


As ever
I shouldn't have.
As ever
I did.


The cure?
Time.
Or better yet
A time-machine.