i saw enough reality,

just to lose sight of my feet.

i don't know why,

what it means;

too numb to feel the grass.

or even your hand.

i wouldn't know you anyway,

removing my head,

piece by piece,

by each drink to my mouth.

but i still know how to hurt,

i still know how you were.

now i'm leaving the earth,

like a broken heaven navigator.

pathetic hands try to stop,

"but there is more to your loss"

there is more to be lost,

in these shackles i bought.

but this dream feels much better,

than any thing i ever have thought.

none know where it came,

and none will know that it left,

twenty-eight year old fire,

will blow its last amount of life.

it will bellow and cry,

craving shadows to fight,

finds nothing more than a starry sky.

shocked that stars still exist,

in such a mental abyss,

it will chase the things it missed.

when the sky falls,

can i follow the midnight,

where i am nothing,

but a drunk on lies and life,

finding itself with heartache,

desperately lacking the ways,

that loved ones have said,

"i don't love you anymore"

candy-caned straws,

carry me down a nightly drawl,

where i can draw you with sleight,

i forget you by sun.

where drinkers can sin to forget,

then forget the sin.

when the crazy can write,

without a single eye to spy,

this lonely island of mine,

where many have crossed or died.

wrapped in the past,

all the stars unaligned,

without you by my side.

God shouts side affects will arrive,

now im turning into my room,

onto something without you,

holding my soul without you.

maybe it will empty the corners,

of the room in my mind.

silence the movie in my life,

playing possum every night.

promising hand holds in a room,

where i heal closer to you.

shaking my soul,

like some ***** broom.

violently chanting a mess to the moon,

only finding the grass.

counting dimes for another drink,

remembering your face when i sing:

"part one", in my dreams,

where i wake up a fable,

then i fumble around the noon.

shaking in corners of sun,

charging a battle towards no one.

silently losing my speech at night,

replaying every thing, made right.