Mammon murdered me
Right around 1:25 am
When he pulld out
And i pulled him back in
Filled me
Then pushed him away
And went to sleep
While he left

Sometimes all I can hear
In the ever deepening chasm of silence
Is the steady


Drip


Drip


Drip


Of my heart bleeding out.

You might be
Bolder in black ink,
But your heart still bleeds red

Dreams bloom
Over white pages
Filling it with color and ink
Scribbles of thoughts
Scattered throughout
Like pollen in a spring field
Light swells
Blindingly fast
Emconmpassing everything
Nothing but bliss in heaven
For this moonlit fragment.

Dreamer's wings
Are fragile things
Made with threads of hope

Warming skies
Soaring so high
Threads become rope

Fear erupts
Doubt corrupts
******* in, cannot cope

I slipped on a sad thought
So i went for a suicide stroll
And had a fashion show
For my dreams
Masquerading as nightmares

I used to walk a brighter path
Before this storm consumed me
Now I follow the darkness
To the Inevitable End.