over night
an old world slips
into the reccesses,
the shadows of the mind.

and a new,
regenerate one,
begins....
with fairground brillance
it calls to us to...
climb aboard the carousel
and grasp,
the golden ring...

all stardust and spangles,
acrobatic feats in...
big clown shoes.
if brave enough,
a chance to smell,
the breath of a toothless roaring lion....
from inside the magicians
spell...

outside....
in lambent glow,
the elephants, sway slow and remember the dying of the night...

           as the years parade by                                   in a circadian flow....

It's as if someone has painted the windows black, but it is only night, and has been for as long as I can remember. I cannot recall if I have gotten out of this bed today or not. These legs of mine are getting tired of carrying around all the extra weight from too many heavy thoughts. I try to smoke them away, but I just keep breathing them all back in. These cigarettes might **** me, but not if I beat them to it. The years keep adding up, but nothing else does. I'm done hoping for things to get any better. They never do.

Cold hands
Shaking lips
Burning eyes
Stinging cheeks
I'm haunted by
Your memory
And I have lost
My sanity
And in everything
I think I see
You