eternal sorrow breeds
eternal apologies
a succinct series of sorries
stretched out for years
i sacrifice my innate interior
to the naifs who know me not
obscurely tarnished & dimmed
one love plagues my skeleton
naivety levitates from relevance
for the new ones have been ruined
& so i repeat:
regurgitating the same remorse
just in a new direction

weep weep weep for
the sweet sorrow of tomorrow
for once you slip under the covers
death's brother slumber borrows
pieces of the secrets that you sweep away,
molds them into monoliths,
& starts his sleepy play
but even hes afraid of the dreamscapes you create

we both had an ocean once
which crashed upon the rocks
& for one salty, open month
we splashed away our thoughts

we danced along the waves
dove down below the reef
explored every darkened cave
& grew new gills to breathe

told our truths through bubbled words
safe here deep beneath the bay
then our every sacred secret burst
& i drowned as you swam away

hello bottom nice to meet you
underneath these reaching trees
i have decided to defeat you
please proceed to preach to me

tell me of that golden sky
that i will fly up to tonight
tell me of the sacred light
that guides my often orphan eyes

scream of all the sterile dirt
& bask beside my broken dream
tell me exactly what i'm worth
& barter for no breaths between

i haven't written in several days
have not been smitten with paper praise
so i depressed my pen & walked away
because without you words don't exist
there's no purpose to lifting lips
& everyone feels guilty to **** trees because
all writing will be wilting without you my love
& if my ***** pen still bleeds
he'll die in vain & filthy
because i would never try to use
these simple words to describe you
in fact ill just lay all language to rest
& tell those men to end their fatal attempts
those gorgeous words haven't been invented yet

ok well
lets return to reality
or whatever that may be ...
isn't that a vision that
all our backward habits breed?
or some fallacy of tragedy?
well yeah
i guess so. . .probably.
but life is ******* crushing me,
i can barely get my lungs to breathe
& the reaper's always touchin me
with phalanges ******* stuck in me
he just does this to some of us
my bones are only crumbled dust
& yeah i'm lonely just because
i cant distinguish lust from love

from the perspective of two depressed individuals
when suicide's misdirected its effect is residual
it spreads across the wet tear bed you left
where your pretend weekend friends slept
until they woke up in a cold sweat
blue lips pale skin & visible breath
hell hath frozen over & your hope is dead
while IVs penetrate your veins in a hospital bed
& your mother watches the long-delayed death of her egg