Oh, I love you,
wish you well,
hope and pray
that life ain't hell
for your pretty eyes.

'Cause there's a devil in disguise
'round this town,
hides in buildings
broken down,
So Baby, don't you dare
go where
the sun don't shine.

Keep your heart safe
'cause the devil's taken mine.
Oh God, he's taken mine.

[chorus:]
I'm falling
down, down where
no light lives there--I'm scared
Baby, but let me go
I know
you'll come out of this alive.
Oh Darling, you'll be fine.

What doesn't **** you
builds you up
--the rest would ****
to make a couple bucks--
but you've got eyes
to guide you up,

and when it feels
like you could give a **** less
I hope, I pray
that you confess
the fears that drag you down
from this town.

And with poison in our lungs,
sorrow on our tongues,
we'll say goodbye
yeah, we'll fly,
but for now
I'm falling

[2nd chorus:]
down, down where
no light lives there--I'm scared
Baby, but let me go
I know
you can make it out alive.
Oh Darling, you'll be fine.

I'm hearing you scream
from across the room
Oh, I wish I didn't have to
go so soon
But Lover, my last advice to you
is to close your pretty eyes
hide them from the devil in disguise.

Yeah, he's still roamin'
'round this town
so keep your distance--
he's vicious now;
He's got his own eyes on
why I sacrificed
myself, myself.

[chorus:]
I'm falling
down, down where
no light lives there--I'm scared
Baby, but let me go
I know
you'll come out of this alive.
Oh Darling, you'll be--

[2nd chorus:]
I'm falling
down, down where
no light lives there--I'm scared
Baby, but let me go
I know
you can make it out alive.
Oh Darling, you'll be fine.

You'll be fine.
Oh Lover, you'll survive.

Today I woke up to you breathing softly on my shoulder; your eyes were closed, though they fluttered when I kissed your temple gently.
You shifted, parted your cracked lips in a sigh as you drifted back towards slumber, and I do recall wondering how on earth you don't see yourself as one of a kind: entirely extraordinary to every impossible extent.

When will it happen?
What will happen?
Will I
enforce                        
it,
wish                            
for it,
expect                          
it?

Will I experience a
whitehotfierypain,                        
consume my final moments in
a furious anguish,                            
barely able to come up for
one last intake of sweet oxygen,
a barely audible 'goodbye'?

Will I become so comfortably
numb,                                                  
hear static imagination collide with
sudden reality
as I slowly glide into
my eternal oblivion,
all with one slow
smile?                                                  

**How will I succumb to Death's cold embrace?

disrupted slumber
I finally
thought
what I've been
dreading
to think
for quite some time
now.
whether it's
the truth or not
I've yet to
discover
but this tormented state
usually has a way
of lasting.

I'm sure you go
days
without thinking about me
just as I go
weeks
without even considering
your name
but I know we both remember
the minutes
full of each other
that crept up
unexpectedly,
seconds at a time.

I've met strangers like you before
but not one have I ever wished to know more
than what I've already seen with a passing nod
I've never bothered to look beyond their façade
and yet, if I was given another chance
I'd offer up more than a vacant glance
because if there's another such treasure as lovely as you                                                                              
I'd spare a moment to acknowledge a few.

Although you've locked yourself away
and your whole world has turned to gray
I hope your mind has settled down
and you no longer feel you're bound.
I hope the seraphs in the sky
give you lessons on how to fly
and even though we are apart
I pray that you still cross your heart;
that you'll not try to follow me
and you forever hesitate to be
another angel in the sky:
one that's clueless on how to fly.

I could lay out all of my thoughts
on a rusty wire
for you:
all aligned,
waiting to be picked
poked
prodded
examined
rummaged through;
I could even give you a
magnifying glass
free of charge
to discard the remote possibility
that my thoughts aren't what they seem,
but what ******* good would that do?

I'll be exposed,
my thoughts will be torn and hanging
with only the remnants of who I believed
you were,
and who's going to collect the scraps
after you've gone?

I'll be a thoughtless vegetable,
after all.

did I break your heart in to
I'll buy you a broom
help you sweep the shards up
but I won't assist in
gluing the pieces back together

that's the way I am
I guess:
I will love you
until I realize
that you love me
--then you're on
your own.

The darkest clouds were once so blue
but now amidst the dismal hue
I am only able to pray
that all your worries wash away;
before the rain develops floods
and empties out your pride and blood
--before the thunder drowns your cries
of long forgotten lullabies--
I will pray on your behalf
and until one day is marked my last
I'll be praying you feel love
and continue watching from above
this neverending storm.

Crisp moonlight
invites the river waves
to crash upon these heavy rocks
that line the dock
and I look up
past the boards,
past your face that looks down at me
with overwhelming
neverending
love
at the sky that transferred
from light golds and soft pinks
to a deep navy blue
within the past hour.
Silver specks are sprinkled
behind silhouetted wisps,
a plane soars through the
new evening
where is it going?                                                        
away from you.                                                          
and for once
I'd rather stay grounded
because these wooden boards
are where
you
lay

*with
me.

Depression is not
beautiful, though it can make
one hell of a poem.

he's got a sad soul
with clocks wound around his wrists
tick-tocking for me.

they appear more frequently
now:
your sad eyes
and I seem to be
the cause
more and more often
God, how have I kept
you this long
even with pierced
fingernails
circling your neck
and chains weighing
my palm down
to the ground
farther and farther away
from your tears
how are you still
mine?

He fell in love
with a poet
and prayed for a meaning
to her words
but God, her insight
overpowered
what was their's
and soon her words
were gone;
so was
she.

I loved you because
you understood
me

now you don't understand
and for some strange reason
I love you
more.