Of all the words I could describe right now
Only one comes to mind
And you might find
That these feelings haven't defined
Quite what I want to say
"Oh hey'
"Stay away"
I'm slack take me back
But
Just for a second
I becond
I want you here and near
And dear
But

****

**** does it hurt
To see you in pain
Again
And I've Slane
In vane
Its insane

****

Its not just an action
But a feeling
Like the guy that's dealing
Ripped off
Torn short
For sport of your own game
And I'm to blame

Action is worth more than word
The absence of both leads to distance
Relying on only what you've heard
And finally ending in resistance

Push
Falling away
Push
Please let me stay
Push
Colours turn gray
Push
I don't want to play

I sit and wait
For very little in return
So tonight,I'll set myself alight
And watch myself burn

I plan to party so **** hard
That my memories will turn to ash
I can drift further from this
And closer to the ****

So many thoughts feelings expressions emotions
locked behind deadpan eyes and a voice that's toneless.
A mountain of a person consolidated to this form.
A body unimpressive.
A face unexpressive.
The chaos upstairs requires all of my attention.

Conversing takes a back-seat which is why I seem distant.
Too many things to say only leaves me in silence.
I don't know how or where to begin.
If only I could let you inside to weather the storm
maybe you could make sense of this nonsense and bring me to port.

Second day without a drink
Mind is heavy so much to think
Its so hard to abstain
But for my son I could not remain
In a state of perpetual drunk
So I'm dragging my sorry *** out this funk
I could really use the comfort of my partner
But she is dry without choice and finds it much harder
So I'll sit and I'll shake
I'll cry and I'll brake

But I won't give up,not this time.

Meddow
Light breeze
Blue sky
White trees
No one knows
What no one sees
Never showing
Anxieties

First word
Fist kiss
One shot
Don't miss
Intertwined
Become bliss
Described as
Happiness

A moment
A held hand
From there
Wedding band
Soon time
Grains of sand
Then old
Last stand

A single tear,
Rolls down the contour of his cheek.
Not knowing its origin ,
Other than that it had slipped from the duct.
Was this sadness?was it the beginning or an end?
He didn't know,nor did he want to dwell on it.
Attempting to fix the mind firmly on nothingness,
Assimilating thought processes to the black hole that stole his joy,his heart,his everything.
Focusing on the breeze rustling leaves,
Imagining the sound of a shaken soul.
Stolen by the thoughts he wished to escape,
Truely he was his own worst tormentor.
This was to be another day abscent of being free,
Trapped in a vessel that only serves to bring itself pain.