Trapped inside...
cannot speak...
like a hostage...
vulnerable and weak...
silent screams...
breath so deep...  
pray for release...
in an unconscious sleep...
the depth of the pain...
lies dormant and caged...
matter of time...
before fully enraged...
silent whispers...
circling its prey...
carefully rehearsing...
it must have its way..
it feeds on weakness...  
it wants you to break...
a friend in you...
it will attempt to make...
master of deception...  
make no mistake ...
all its attention...  
now focused on you...
somewhat familiar...
like deja vu...
it's spins your thoughts... distorting your view...
left with the memory...
of a person you once knew...
... Kelcee All

Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.

from the look
on you're face
just guessin you've
been addicted to hate.

cause you
didnt understand
the gravity.
the weight.

makin the darkness
a deeper shade
grey matter driftin
through the brain

manifesting deception
sin sampled
with evil its
simple and plain

doesn't matter
how you hold it
twist it, leash it
make it or ignore it

who's gonna be
the bare witness for
every important series
of events you experienced

the come up
is what we live for
and the come down
is when we die

so I try to breathe
try to sleep
try to close my eyes
I simply try to try

so why can't being alive
mirror what I wish
was the perfect high?

I closed my eyes to stop the sun
from seeping in
my head spins like the hand
that rides the spiral till it ends

I hope someday to love again
could it be that we're both lost
we need to be found
before we hit the ground

in between the holes
and empty spaces
so there's me and I'm drifting
tryin' to fill in those extra places

it seems so simple
inside the walls I've built
inside my head
exits winding complex and all
the lines can bend

the photo album of our time together
is filled with under exposed prints
and negatives
then I hang them up to dry

tried to stop the endless bleeding
I closed my eyes to stop my heart
from beating
like maybe you would come back to me
if I stopped breathing...

Many females wear a B-bra;
Others are proud of their C-bra.
     But were there a prize
     For purely grade size,
It'd doubtless go to the zebra.