I'll hold your soul whilst you are sleeping
When star light beckons for a home
When friends are there but your left yearning
When you cant find a way back home*

We can sit drink coffee
And chat awhile
Or get drunk on red wine
And go the whole mile
Soul seeking
Life stripping friendship
And a need to connect

Blow away the blue skies
Darkness is comfortable
And I can't hold my eyes above my chin today

Hold tight sister brother
Breathe and tell
Rid yourself from the burden of the pain you carry
If only for a while

You have shared your
Naked flesh
Naked heart
Now unclothed your soul

In blood and flesh
You reside
In mind and soul
You will remember

*Come sit awhile
The star dust is falling
And you are safe here within
The sanctity of connection

it's licking at my toes
eventually it will
consume me
who knows?
what will burn away
with my sanity?
Sure, it will take my flesh
it will even steal
my last breath
But who knows!
If my bones don't go
I'll forever be
just another skeleton
in your closet
for all to see
When you open it
to hang the cloaks
of the ones that strip
for you
it's not jealousy
Only the fire
can cleanse
*you of me

I once sewed into your pocket
all the hopes and dreams
I wanted one day, for you
inside of those seams
were wishes
for your happiness
hopes for a better future
and a line of text
that can only be read
as you put hand in pocket
and pull it inside out
and it said
remember this empty pocket
it was once full of hope
pulled from the warmth
of a jacket, it represents
the slippery *****
of coldness
that you once shivered beneath

inside the empty pocket
of the warmth of this coat
is all the love I hope you'll keep

I sneak inside your mind
and tiptoe amongst
the broken glass
skirting around
disassociated thoughts
watching arguments
you thought you lost
sitting in the bleachers
of the upper reaches
of your subconsciousness

I find
I'm not the only spectator
that dwells within
your mind

you sit next to me
****** bare feet
you whisper softly
you're in for a treat

See that white knight
upon that fiery steed
that's you
waiting, for me

Waiting for the battle
sitting so calm
here I come
upon the darkest horse
ready to do you harm

I sat quietly in the stands
of your twisted tournament
holding onto your hand
waiting for spears to rend
skin from flesh
tear flesh from bone
waiting for blood to pour
from an empty wound

but the white knight
did not advance
just sat quietly
in saddle
waiting for a chance
for the black knight
to fall, stricken by
a ghostly lance
It was the white knights
chance, to catch him
as he tumbled
and fell

and there I dwell
inside your mind
you tumbled and fell
*I caught you in time

do you know what it's like to be the only sane person to live inside insanity? To know that your world is not tricked out by delusions or illusions of normality? do you know what it's like to awake to cries in the night, waking with a heart pounding, dry throat, wretched hope knowing that your throat is unaffected but you lie next to the displaced, affected in their nightmare and all you have is two arms to hold them tight and one heartbeat to place beneath their ear giving them a semblance of life? do you know what it's like to know reality and wanting to wish someone normal only to realise that your normal could be more damaging to a mind that broke at the apex of their life? those of us who think we are sane as we hold the hand of those that have been proven into insanity are more broken, as we look into the mirror suspended above the vanity that leaks with a faulty faucet, we picture ourselves as saviours, but let's face it, we're as faulty as the hand we hold, as the tears we dry, as the tormented screams we hear as they cry except, we are the Sane, the undiagnosed saviours of the souls that we love, we just find it easier to hide our pain