Song, you are so stuck
In my head, that I wish you
Were stuck in theirs, too.

Shadows are everywhere.
Against corners,
next to a pair of lovers,
beneath my eyes,
touching a thousand souls.
Shadows tell tales of abandonment
and emptiness
tales of lust
tales of exhaustion
tales of misery
and darkness.
Shadows block out the light
of happiness and holiness
Light that left
when the sun set
on the stories of the lonely
stories of the desired
stories of the weary
stories of the sad.
Shadows bathe us in darkness
hides us from hovering eyes
so we can be alone
so we can sin
so we can rest
so we can end.

If my fear of falling

is really just a fear of the part

of myself that wants to jump every

time I stare off the top of a building,

If I’m not afraid of needles,

just afraid that I’ll grow to

need them, afraid that

synthetic happiness is the only

kind I’ll ever find,



If I’m not afraid of love,

but of the way lust disguises itself

so innocently and then rips out

the core of it’s victim’s being,

Then tell me, why am I afraid of you?

- S.G.

Life gives my stomach knots
Dread conquers my thoughts
I am weak, for I can take it no longer
As life goes on, it gets wronger and wronger

I look to the pills; I look to the bottle
They are kind and act as my throttle
Uppers and downers
My friendly encounters

People: my enemies
Hates and jealousies
They are all better than I could ever be
They have more than I could ever see

So what will I take today?
What will make these thoughts go away?
But they'll be back, just  like a pest
What I need is eternal rest