I fell into a hole,
I thought it was my grave
With no one to console,
I was stuck not like a mole
Life I began to crave
And the hole became a cave

the small voice saying:
"why did she let me go"
is a broken record
that I cannot change.

I woke up today
wearing morose colored glasses
Who put them on me
while I slept I wonder.

Can we try the rose tint tomorrow?

i stitch myself back together

with strands plucked from conscience

glistening points drawn out into gossamer

you come to me in comets

bringing the dawn to an astronomer

scried in seams of aether

I'm always out of mana      How can I cast my spells?
We are just fauna smoking marijuana      Will we last in hell?

i followed you to hollow
a bitter pill to swallow
so i call to apollo
to not fall to wallow

I don’t believe in god but I wish he would **** me

I know you were just lonely for a night.

I’ll find a girl who will love me right

who won’t use me for **** and a ****

getting me hopes up, you knew you would leave

we would never be

I guess it’s bad luck

she put the sin in sincere

I exhale smoke and my feelings for her into the atmosphere

did you even love me? that part’s unclear

the damage she left was severe,

I revel in knowing I’ll forget more of her each year

My eyes drift up when I try to remember

if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be on this ******

I wish i was sober from sadness

but I can’t stay away from the drugs and our last kiss

I can’t be mad

you were the best high I’ve ever had

A predator
bust and
killer grow
hunting,
the southern resident
at risk of extinction
losing the race
to their fellow mammals

lead and
master the
deaths and
others

the nights die before my Eyes
the nights are a blur
I have no days
the lights are dark

Flowers wander the seasons still
Lusting towards light, an aromaesthetic full bloom

In the coming chill and gloam rolls a fog,
dark and blight, bringing a slow collapse of skeleton

Lifeblood eclipsed with gloom and brume,
imbue faded with wane and wither

There is strength to a wilted flower
now blind to it's blush whorl, a spinning gown

Head held heavy
but still being held

The dust and sand lies still on my surface, 
from the millions of impacts and punches my body has suffered, 
are different than the dust and ash of yours 
From all the elements that storm and whirl through you 
Mine that is bleached from flares and light,
and yours, 
filled with every color you've felt