I found a place where we grovel in defeat.
We sit in our tears and blood from the hearts that were torn from out chests.
I'm here with an open hand.
A band aid.
A bucket to collect the razors.
Get up.
It's okay.
Just because red symbolizes courageous effort, you should not let your body keep bleeding. Keep the courage inside of you.

Do you remember anything like how I remember it?
Of course not.
You're color blind to what you don't want to see and deaf to words you'd rather not hear.
You say you're an open book, but those words on the pages never change.
The ending stays exactly the same, no matter the way you interpret it.
You're hard headed, stubborn, and yet you compare yourself to something as fragile as a glass doll.
How dare you.
How dare you for thinking that I will blame myself for your unhappiness.
Another human being can not control your happiness, but if you give them the power and means then they will.
They will destroy you and in turn destroy themselves.
There's a difference between harboring happiness and creating happiness within oneself.
Harbored happiness can not be replenished.

I fell in love with music
when I fell in love with women.
Cassettes will weep upon demand;
homing melodies for the neighbour
who lives across the green.

There's no sense to *** or violence,
and yet I'll teethe it all the same.
I'll give out tepid love, flashes of blood,
and a weekend of cemetery wander,
if it means I'll get a modicum of sleep.

Zopiclone, Citalopram, and long walks
will do a lot to elevate a mind.
You see a painted blue
and an ocean view; yet you've lost
that old dignitary smile.

I am told to separate my wisdom,
to quote history as if time were a fact.
There's no love in the decimated forest,
the Earth now calloused and fickle,
to shake off the parasite of man.

I fell in love with cigarettes
when I divorced with yesterday's papers.
I have no wars left to fight,
and no money more to make,
now all that's left to ask is:
where do I belong?

We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.