What is the beast
that lurks in the shade just beyond the fire glow?
I heard mothers
and fathers both drained of their life's blood
felt its sting

Is it a beast?
Its maliciousness

There are no thoughts as rows of lights flash
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one,
Each light counted is killed with the next one
Being erased my mind recedes
Far and away finding death while displaced
Maybe the sixth sense
Maybe

A thing that can be said absolutely of life and death, is that the universal truth lies between departure and arrival.

Often I sit cross legged
And move my ****** issues
As best I can into my brain
Where I can think about them
And then not think about them
By using some minor will
To hold them back
Right now in fact, I'm sitting
Cross legged in the backseat
Of a car with a busted tail light
Mary jane in the glove box
Backseat also full of groceries
So I adjust frequently, scowl
As I eat food
Licking my fingers after I
Eat octopus flavored snacks
I reach into the bag again
Noticing denim fibers stuck
Like cat hair on my hands from
When I wiped them on my pants
And that's kinda gross
So I stop
My back starts hurting

Knock well on wood as you enter but
Know knuckles lend their skin for flood
Of the risk of entrapment eternal?
Well, few find their bodies stuck and
What's worth its weight in blood
Splays on the lit altar face

It can be warm
Only if you touch
If you touch first
You speak your secret
Farewell

Read through the words you spent sinner our
Real lines lie under thinner lace
Your constant wore hiding the venom crawl
Held below bidding inlay here
Half craving finger's trace
Specters bid sweet interlace

It can be warm
Only if you touch
If you touch first
You speak your secret
Farewell

Empty ones warn walls
Before little embraces
Creating lethal snares
Come
Catching worlds unaware
Come
"Empty ones," All say
(Come speak your secrets)
"I'm fine."

Even when venturing outside
There's this feeling of a ceiling
Even claiming whole ownership
Never ensures it's wholly true
Lost whispers marred with mud
Burrow deeply finding the flesh
Lost in dimensions love devised
From her endless listing of the past

I can feel it happening
I can feel the winding key
I can feel gears turning
As the wind blows
My heart screams
Soul blown out through my lungs
I sing against the dead breeze

Something has brought me into this place
Washed over memories
Rush through reaching to attach
Do I look like a fool to you?

I do will this blasphemy
I do will this frail mind free
I do will your caress
As the rain falls
A slow freeze
Sets just inside my chest
Is this what salvation means?

Something has brought me into this place
Washed over memories
Rush through reaching to attach
Do I look like a fool to you?

Something has brought me to this place
Washed over me
Run right through and reaching
Do I look like a fool

As I submit?
As I submit,
Attaching