Tangled in thoughts that
helped forget structure.
While numbing the senses,
to tend to the rupture.

Words struggle between crooked teeth..
When a will is weak.

N'there's a wracking sickness,
embedded deep in soft groans.
Casting all hope aside,
while wishing on skipping stones.

And sometimes I lose sight of what I say,
but her heart is a megaphone for memories anyway.

And so close is where I lay my head.

I hope she drowns in the love
pouring from my eyes.
Cures the sickness in my head,
and lays my sorrows to rest.

Because

The angry acoustics
Ringing through my empty home,
Remain submerged in the hollow of its bones.
Forever reminding me of the soulless
nights left drowning alone.

But how a simple touch from her silky tips..
Cures; and cultivates the sulk in my hips.
Motivates my soul.
To learn, strive and grow.

I've got 3 dollars left,
And I'm trying to feel better.
I've got 300 miles,
And my head's in the nether.
These mountains are glorious,
Yellow, green and true.
Yet, I haven't gotten high enough;
To see over you.
There's a ghost in my body,
It haunts me every day.
But not the way your lips lied,
melted words, cried.
In struggle, I try;
To come to terms with the swells in my eyes.
It's not from the highway haze,
Or the sun's fierce gaze.
It's how I stumble,
Just to get lost in loves maze.

You're a fleeting delusion,
growing stale in my mind.
You're the black mass above,
blocking healing rays of light.

Singing the songs of sorrow that you keep.
Hung on the thought that life's climb is steep.

The lies and contempt that lay dormant in your head,
Pale to the rage burning inside my chest.
Deceit left a trail as you funneled through our lives,
Nothing looked the same, you bled the faith from our eyes.

I've got something to say.
And this time, it's less drunken word play.
For the past few days,
I've had day dream suicides.
About how this is going to turn into a story,
of how I've got to leave town,
and leave you with a sorry.