there's anchors behind every sigh
to hold these bones in place,
and two black holes behind my eyes
that catch all spectral waves.
by faintest glare of candlelight,
I see into the soul;
the concentrated substance,
hidden deep within the folds.

time and space cannot exist,
I've rattled loose the cage.
forged in fire of molten mind
ive broken links within the chain.
tearing open doorways
to objectify my fate;
tethered bindings frayed to string,
still heaving dead hearts weight.

knots have tied my heart to yours;
keep true that steady beat.
percussive steps of progress
to invent a new machine
our blood is but the oil
to turn the gears within our chest
turn back the dial, 
expose the key,
and love congeal the rest

with this self-haunting breath
I've painted walls with all my words
ive filled your ears with all my fears,
excuses you've already heard.
Ive strewn my pain across what's left
of what I destroyed all my own 
for sake of coloring the walls 
i see as monochrome and cold.

I couldn't hold it all inside
boxed in with every little lie
and now I'm slowly pushing out
all that I once said i despise.
look at me, look in my eyes
convince me I am still alive
I've made this hell out of the things
that ive held from you my whole life.

there's grace in all humanity, but
like a dog you've lost everyones faith,
by the pain of self pity came outward disgrace,
while you become time's eternal slave.

for now heads above water,
but there's lead in your shoes,
as youre always observing the lines.
drawn out step by step
in the sand where once slept
a great ego, kept fed by your pride.

now you're patiently waiting for them to be crossed,
like a snake youve coiled yourself to spring
but your bite will not spite anyone but yourself,
as the poison's already in your veins.

pushing out the centric whole,
this vacuum pulls my soul inside;
stitching rags with threads of gold
laid over bones too old to hide;
inside myself this vessel holds
a sense of me i’ve not contrived
made into being by the hands
that work this living threaded bind

that ghostly hand binds ribs to lung
now thickening the air i breathe,
the specters have stirred up the dust
that clouds the halo over me.
a mist of dust from the chiseled stone,
or the rust of ancient foreign locks -
concealing rooms where all is filed;
time, reason, risk and cost.

the dust will settle, still until then
i’ve solder’d soul onto my skin
there are no shadows, we’ve bathed in light
new magnet pulls through, spectrum shift turns to white.
as howls ring out, carving through stormy dune,
the sun is eclipsed by the pivotal moon.

I cashed out all my chips
got them exchanged for all their worth,
the tattered rags upon my body
I give back unto the earth
for sacrifice to be accepted,
all my blood turns into dirt.
I don't want to be forgiven,
just loose the weight,
disperse the girth.

I've tried so hard to lift my arms,
but this body's just a curse
I've got the prison of my skin
beneath which all is coded verse 
try as I might, I can't take flight
though my head floats above the clouds
nobody hears the violent storm which springs from out my mind, so loud

convex'd, I'm hexed,
convinced that I will not find rest
the earth must feed from me
and plant it's seeds deep in my chest.

I've been tripping over my own two feet since I got here,
and even in my thoughts these situations still somehow seem to appear
but I've gotten here
despite my fears and weary arms
spent from balancing myself between
the life I live
and who you need me to be
and from what I've seen, it's
quite a close call, as we have both been miserably mistaken many times before our hearts would collide.

it's your tenderness that keeps me here,
the heat of your breath warming my ear
as your whispers of love tickle behind my eyes,
you've climbed through my heart into my mind.

she loves me and my broken heart,
the tattered mess I am,
and she deserves much more
than I can give to her.

maybe it's some kind of game she plays
with placing back the shard remains
of every shattered soul she sees,
and until now she hasn't found
but one soul battered and torn as me.

it's like she's made of flower pedals, 
always coming to full bloom;
and when I hold her in my arms she moves
the monolithic structures inside me;
as if it was a breeze, just placing them aside so I can actually walk free.

or more-so, she could get to me,
it seems. i've
been out of breath for longer than I can remember
but she'll give me hers forever.
so I've got more than I'll ever need.