Alone we stand,
Isolated and alone on the edge of destruction
Desperately clinging to something,
anything to keep us anchored
to the misery we call life.

We all seek someone
to call our own,
to fill the emptiness that lies within our soul
and to make us feel
that life is worth living again.

So we endure the pains and tribulations
of day to day life,
in the hope that our suffering
will be rewarded by someone
holding a light to break up the dark.

I pray that these things that we chase so desperately
do in fact exist,
as if life consists of is this constant numbness
sinking deeper and deeper towards our cores
and nothing more,
then we may as well be done with it
once and for all.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

i've realized
that i can no longer hear
your heart beating
even with my ear to
your chest

i've come to see
why you no longer seek
the warmth i give
to your cold skin and
calm hands

i've searched
for the sound of your love
in thousands of songs
a glance of desire
in many eyes

i've become
desperate to find myself
reflected in your mind
in your writing or inked
to the bone

but i have nothing
no hope to cling onto
that believes in your truths
gives meaning to your silence
and absence of heat

i have nothing
to listen for when
you hold me close at night
no lust fleeting languidly
across your lips

no comfort before i sleep
only waning words
and quiet evenings
with your omnipresent
impatience to say
goodbye

i've realized
i have you no longer

Right after days
of silence and solitude
we, in pursuit of spaces
and magical grounds
collide in blue
dream-like refuge
far and allied
closely with birds
in harmony and array
I in berceuse,
you in dors.

as hair rips from the skull
there bleeds out freeman
danger to the psyche
ripping on internal dream waves
we smoke to drink
live to dream
stink on drama
break cycles of suicidal lusting
replace had nosed science with moral justice
fade into the night young wanderer and save those who use to breathe like torpedos as a savior of respect a faithful love to night dawn perfection a man makes demands of the audience he serves to benefit as creator inside life

my face is pink
with alcohol abuse
and a hot shower

i clumsily sit cross legged
on my counter
wrapped in a ***** towel

the familiar taste
of fermented wheat
tingles on my tongue

and i see no beauty in the world

the whole planet,
my whole existence,
has been a twisted illusion

my eyes take in random
collections of atoms and trick me
into believing in the material

but everything
is just a reaction
inside my mind

the love you profess
the taste of this beer
and the scent of my mother

they're all just
cruel jokes
i played on myself

Driven arc.
Prison by steel.
Cheating lights.
Promises unfulfilled.
Black ash.
No heart.
Smothered in red smoke.
Barren dreams.
Poisonous noise.
Water that suffocates.
Broken world.
Broken by me and you.