the voices said
there's nothing like
waking up deep into the night
and not hearing any voices

and I believed them

People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls

But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above

You'll see

the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity

you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse

She tried to be happy but it was in vain.
So she went outside and kissed the rain.
She let the raindrops fall on her tongue.
Then her heart began singing a happy song.
Summer wind and rain, nothing could go wrong.
The summer rain felt like a happy home.

Trembling walls groan.
The roaring arrival of
winters bitter scorn.