Fingers grip the chain and they're pulling me down.
Just a little guilt, now watch me drown.
A couple of little things, they connect to make a crown.
Next one phoning in is doubt with a echoing ring.
Resonating across all possibilities.
Tinnitus at it's finest now my hearing is absurd.
In the middle of it all anger anchors me still.
A ragin' cajun and I am certain you're apalled.
In text and index measured in overthink.
Rights point to wrongs.
Mistakes made valid, faux pas made factual.
All this leading to the paroxysm thumb.
This forms the grip tied to every link.
A chain so deadly it attached in a blink.
The chain is deadly because you think.

One plus one I thought equalled us.
What 1+1 really equals you.
Now I am not a mathematician.
But this addition doesn't add up.
You plus one drama and minus some affection.
You plus one pain and minus all the emotions.
You plus one distrust and minus all of the love.
Just subtraction from an equation that fraction my world.
Problematic at your worst, your math skills are deadly.
Your issues are multiplicative so you divide your responsibilities.
Just so you can hide in the safety of parentheses.
Now I see the order of your operations.
You, YOU, me.
I watch you denominate my numerator further fractioning this divide.
All this just to show your work.
On this failed mathematical theorem.

wasting away here
precious resources now gone
currency is spent

Has anyone ever told you the origin of stargazing? I learned it's truth after gazing into your eyes. Each an ingress into a star scape of ineffable beauty. Irises the deepest of blues. Pupils as abyssal as the infinite embrace. Combined at just the right angle. The stars shine brighter in your lunette than they do on any clear night sky. What answers might I find if I keep looking into them?
The meaning of life?
Discovery?
Love maybe?
Secrets diffinetely secrets.
Yours, Mine, The world's, The universe's.
And if I am really lucky.
I might even find me.
Wishing on a star to earn your heart.
That is atleast my hope.

Welcome! let me open  the gate.
This wonderful world of color awaits.
A layered labyrinth of dreams lies before you.
Respected roses rise to great you.
Outlandish orchids orchestrate an obstacle course of overbearance.
Laughable lily's litter and lubricate your lucidity.
Vibrant vines with violent viscosity.
Behold perplexities only beholden in a garden so fresh with evocation.
Crunch!
Petals scattered across the ground.
Limp are the extremities.
Reds, greens, blues and purples now turned to oranges and browns and blacks.
What happened to all of the life?
When did the love stop?
Why did you stop caring?
With no moments to nourish.
With no time spent only death could thrive.
With no attention given wounds can only fester.
Because you stopped nothing could grow.

The scream

The ripples wave away the images.
Distort the sounds.
The darkness surrounds completely.
Thoughts drift away towards fient figures, clad in ignorance.
Their ears will never hear what's coming.
Their minds forever distant.
The booming echo of quietness.
The struggle, its inability to escape.
The strength, its inability to push.
This Is The Scream!