sanity is relative

it's a hidden amenity

some convenience of clarity

like the kleenex in hotel bathrooms.

you'll be fine without it

better even maybe

depending on how big a mess you like to make..

because toilet paper works just the same

only maybe not as nice

same principal really-

most people cant even tell.

or maybe they're too busy

trying to tell themselves

the scotty they're holding

isnt 2 ply.

The way it walls in thunder across the sky
Strikes in lightning crashing by
Cries in drops fall tward the ground

  Just a sound
not a sound

On a temporary dusk,
The sun may bleed but not die.
On a fight between angels & demons,
None of the spirits sigh.
A cucumber moon melts on a dawn,
And become a bodiless beauty.
It will fall in the arms of the river bed,
Re-unite with earth on its divine duty.
A brighter sun re-appears one gay morning,
It’s timeless journey to death cave.
Another world turns around,
Life & death altogether spun on a magical wave.

I'm sick of everything and everyone
My soul has died a hundred times
My lips smile but my eyes cry
My heart hurt but I can't express my hate towards the world
Towards myself
There's more emotion in a single tear
Then I will ever show you all
I have more demons to fight in the night
No angel to protect me
I'm all alone
Mentally
Physically
Emotionally
Spiritually
I'm drained
Became so numb my only fear is to feel again
My faith can't be restored
I can't blame anyone but myself
Keeping everyone at a arms length
I'm sorry it let you all down but I don't know how to let my walls down
I wish I was happy but I'm not

The whispers turn to echoes here.
This place where darkness thrives
and secrets hide.
You hear it breathing.
It calls your name.
Hidden in the corner,
you clench your mask of light..
What once was bright is fading.
The dark is overtaking it.
For a moment, there is quiet.
Your heart is pounding
palms are sweating.
Hold it together..
Cries from the past are creeping in.
They'll find you here.
These memories will consume you.
Their intent is clear.
They will never let you get out alive.
On ****** hands and blistered knees,
You'll crawl away.
Fumbling across the glass filled floor
From all the broken mirrors
that promised something more.
Blindfolded by the dark
You pray.
When the tears started,
you can't quite tell.
Times stands still here.
If it weren't so cold
you'd think it was Hell.