the butler
brought in
the tray of libations
and it seemed
her ******* were
thinking me as
I thanked him
and wondered if
I must choose
between his
unfamiliar hug
            or
her gaudy ****
so I moseyed
over to a
corner and
tried to
explicate the
dinner gong
tolling across
the mansion's
badlands like
strident
smacks
ringing
out of a
*******'s dungeon--
I could almost
hear the ****
Piper getting
paid or asking
to be--
Well, I guess,
after all,
she was holding
my tray,
wasn't he?

the world only commits to one word
when no explination can show
the answer or
when not even bandaids
can clean up a mess
when the only things we have left may not hold off for long
the dust suffocating our throats and blinding our eyes
trying to reassure safety
to stop the fists from raising
and the children from crying for their parents
our minds being sliced away from
intelligence
from lies
with the knives of each other
maybe
maybe it is all just a dream that we won't wake up from
but maybe
this is reality
maybe they'll agree if i try
try
try
maybe
it wasn't meant to be
the word fills our mouths with the bitterness of what might happen if we say yes or no
maybe if we don't decide
it will all go away
maybe the answer isn't meant to be known
maybe they'll understand
maybe
maybe we'll understand that not answering isn't the answer to a problem
might
may
the only ones who use them are the ones who can't decide themselves
confused
wondering
waiting
for someone else
because
maybe they'll know how to fix this

maybe.

I believe
That we become stars
Part of constellations

We watch as everyone goes on
And they have no idea that we're watching
Beautiful
But lonely

Planets thrive around us
Full of life and new adventures

From death
We create new life
And it isnt so lonely anymore

For you
I don't mind
Being a fool

For you
I will go
Anywhere you ask me to

For you
I will do
Whatever you want to

Yes, I will
For you
And only you....

It must be real,
If hearing the blades of grass
Whisper to my toes
Makes me think about you.

Please Set Her Free, From My Thoughts.
The Walls To My Deepest Fears
Are Closing Up On Her.
She Screams Out So Silently.
But Her Voice Echo's To My
Projected Subconsciousness.

They Feel Her ****** Tears
Curl To Their Souls.
But Spare No Sympathy
For The Little Girl.

They Let Her Drown,
And Watch Her Resurrect
Into A Consciousness
That Will Torture Me

For Eternity.