Sitting in the dark, black silhouettes loom.
One of which dwells, familiar, barely seen.

Vast open space, barely lit, lies my doom
For those who wait for sustenance, span the gaps, unseen

The deepest fear, and least understood.
In the night, they wake, living as they should.
They've done nothing wrong,
But their presence lingers on
Even after they are gone.
Why cant i just be STRONG.

I'm TIRED of this fear of those whose darkness I intrude,
When all i want to do is be inside,
Instead I sit outside and stare, frozen in prelude
To the peace and comfort that i desire.

They don't know I'm here
And when they aren't i still know they are.
Around every tree
Spanning every yard.
When the sun is gone, how can i be sure?
That i wont become entangled in a fearful encounter.

I sleep outside those walls tonight

The blackness ***** me in
My mind and body cannot win,
But somehow i can see them froze without momentum.

One will pray to die,
While the other always tries
To survive the frantic tantrums grown within them.

I look into the shadow from the sunset wondering why,


Seated in a hell of our creation, i repel
Just a thought, a voice, a whisper from inside us.
If this sunset never ends, and the fire reaches in,
Ill be stuck in an eternal event horizon.

(Down dwelling bottom feeder)
(A side not meant to see)
(A side that only by mirrors)
(Is ever revealed to me.)

I am well -----------------------------(Good god, do you hate me?)
We are only human -------------- (Is it wrong to wish that i werent?)
No worries friend -----------------  (Other than "was it me?")


If i can handle the burden unleashed on me
If my back doesn't break, then I'll gladly carry.

(Struggling with letting you know that i scream)
(And cry with every step, it weighs down on me.)
(Would it destroy everything to let you see this)
(***** **** bottom feeder dwelling below)
(Dying of the **** it cleans from your toes.)

Jesus, how did you do it.
What words did they use to try to make your efforts in vain?

(I'm no saint, not even close, i don't know why you'd even)
(Bother listening to me.)

Be well :) ---------------------------- (please don't sever yourself from me)
Ill be here :)
                     (Thinking of ways not to sound so stupid when I say
                       what I hope might help you again. )

This is why I'm here ----------------(This is why I'm here?)
You know something's wrong. --(But i cry at the thought of troubling                    
                                                          you.)

I want to explore you dreams
I want to see your world from the inside.
I want to know what drives your thoughts
And relish in the change

My world may be much different from yours, I've never seen where you are,
You Might enjoy, where I know so well, that things go as they come.

I want to explore, I crave to know entirely what makes you "you", and not me.
This guessing pleasantly torments my will to feel exactly as you do.


I don't care for structure, its far to predictable
Show what "crazy" you hide for fear of judgment.
I clench my teeth and widen eyes attempting to peer inside.

Your gaze notes the heightening "madness" you've felt as i **** your unconscious exsistance.

You sleep, i stare, no harm comes to you. Just a feeling of uneasiness as I long to invade you.

I want to explore your dreams. I want to know what makes you "not me".

Stack and drop, paper clock
Stepping stones suspended nothing

Turn the page?
Rip it out.
flutter down, swaying, cavorting



Clusters naming what could be
words left unread
scattered, unread
Our own pages fall in different ways.



Different words and styles of writing
scatter telling different stories
eventually they start to merge
approaching ends from every angle



what a mess we've made
for thousands of years
we've let these pages fall.

Try to measure order but
We only get,

Where the words all intersect.



After a hundred thousand years our pages finally cross.
What you have written and let fall on the stories i've been taught
the paper loops and sways and settles where my eyes can see
And one word, Embraces mine:
"We"

My god, I'm done.
Accumulating dust,
in the cellar, i wait
For the day I'm renewed.

The talents once thought of myself to possess,
Have they reached a limit? Did they ever exist?

This mind ventures wearily in hope of progress,
But not of excess,
No need for excess.

Outcast by my own hand,
But never touching down,
Now, looking around,
regretting what I've found.

Not weary, yet resting.
What I'd give just to die,
Not to cease, but to know
"Am i really alive?"


Please god, let them find me
and plug me in again.
My being feels wasted.

Fell into a red hell,
Unintentionally, as I lay on the brink of "awake" and Dreams.

Others could not tell,
The coherence i keep, save for them, as I lay
Not fully asleep.

These dark hours,
I observe with my ears and wonder.



Has it melted down?
The things that i feel in the air all around

Has their sanity drown?
The way that they speak to each other...

Caught in this house of ghosts
All i really want is to get to sleep tonight.

Honestly, I've tried



Approached by black salvation,
I arrive to a new time beyond what it was before

Venturing forth,
I see the friends that I left int he dark have not moved at all.

Perhaps they are drunk,
Acknowledging their stasis and return to my sleep.



Has it settled down?
The stench of madness engulfing the halls

Wandering around,
They have become intruders.

Thier spirit hovers high,
Confused as thier bodys,
struggle to survive
This Demonic metamorphosis,


The light has gone once more,
They've returned to what they were before.
The body and minds united once again.

These people, I know
But THESE demons, I don't
Last night, leaving their stain on EVERYthing.

Madness still runs thick in the air



                                                My,
                                      vision narrows,
                                         embraced,
                                       by darkness,
                                         ambiance,
                                          is altered,
                                                by,
                                       surreal noises,

Desires to feel and dispense this terror,
Breifly haunts my mind.

The bottle is empty, save for 6 red tears
of memories still held tight.

Soaked in from those whom I love