On the endless roads that lead to nowhere,
I will find myself, I will find myself.

i should have known that when your hands crept around me and i did not pull away
i should have known when the particles in my neck yearned to have your fingerprints tattooed upon them
that you could not possibly wash over me as anything more than acid
for my eyes have always sought out people that have cliffs inside of them and empty auditoriums echoing full of a thousand empty ***** and a habit of leaving things void
objects in the mirror are more broken than they appear and the car wreck that is the mess of my heart burns white hot
in the aftermath of the inferno that was our time together
i was left blinded by the sight of a closed door and the sound of the lock clicking behind you
robbed me of my hearing and i wish for once i could have a love that did not leave
i wish i didn’t caress the mouths of broken bottles i find on the beach like i was looking for a pair of lips i could put a name to
and kiss the lips of glasses
filled with whiskey and regret
before letting a man’s breath pour over me like liquid courage
and yeah, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,
so is it really a surprise that my attempts to get over my ex lover depression and my
drunken **** suicide and my friends with benefits anxiety are usually a direct route to a city
whose bulbs are not broken and whose skyscrapers will hold me tight enough to squeeze out the insanity
if only for a night
because the only times i can forget my ex lovers face is when i’m gazing into the bottomless eyes of a bottle
and the only time my hands stop squeezing my own throat is when someone holds them tightly enough that i cannot break away so i may break
the only times my old friends with benefits does not knock on my door with a shaking hand
and clanking knees is when someone else is already inside

When Darkness Comes Calling
And You're Cold n Alone
Just Strike Your Flint
Across My Heart Of Stone

We all sat and pondered over the strange
phenomena of the world we live in,
like the fact that the moon sleeps upon
the surface of the earth each night,
but never returns to the same dwelling twice.

We asked the stars why they continue
to shine, even years after they've died,
and we wait in silence for their coveted
response, only to be let down once again.

What is a conversation without listening,
but waiting in line for your time to talk,
only to an audience involved in their next
comment. Leaving messages.

You only call me when it's raining out.
And I only answer when it's 2am.
And it's all good and fine in day dreams,
because we know the right things to say
and the right ways to respond, when
it's all in our heads.

But that's not how the world works,
so we stub on tongues on thoughtless
comments, as we fill the voids around us
with butchered "I love yous" and cold nights
back to back.

Days go by and I don't even think about you..
But there's one day that I remember everything.
Why?
I don't know where you are
I don't know what you are doing
I just know that I won't see you anymore.
I just know I can't forget you
In days like this I just know I want you.
Here. With me.

voice calls gently in the night
dreams awaken lucid flight
gazing from Orion's shore
Angels open Heaven's door
shadows cross the face of Mars
lovers count the falling stars
Sun evokes a gentle breath
to mark another twilight's death
awaken dreamer to morning's light
dreams rest silent til birth of night

Shine a light before you leave
Colours of agony still linger to the unforgiven
They *******, degrade, and soon fall
And can drag you down to their sin

Throw a sparkler in before you go
For you may find those who are bursting with love
Among the shadows they radiate virtue
And eventually go to the better places above

Take a torch along your walk
Lonely souls seem to ripple only depression
See them, know them, accept them
But take caution of the obsession

Ignite a flare on your path
For you are bound to discover those select few
Eyes glisten and are blinded with hope
Different to others though; in their own hue

Flicker a match on the way there
Solve the enigma of all the masks
Dwell into each step with keen precaution
Shine a light; that's all I ask