pockets empty like a blank canvas
when you have the motivation,
you wanna defend it
because it is up to you to fill it

Drop by drop
Life is an hourglass
Waiting for the Heavens to empty
While Hell starts to be covered
With perfectly cubed sand particles

We love it. Admit it we love hell
We love the sinning and the bells ringing

We want to be stuck there until
A hand flips the hourglass
again. Reset until the next fuckery.

Before the birth of Me
I felt a warm light shined on my eyes, informing me to prepare for the World.

And my birth felt like an employee stepping out of a building into a cold, blistering December

where your toes and fingers are numb as a soldier's brain

but your heart keeps pumping like an Ethiopian salvaging water in the wilderness

I see curves everywhere.
Curves on
the tidal wave,
spreaded peanut butter on a toast,
the crescent moon, and
a women's waist.
But the one curve I need is
the cold beer that crashes into the bottom of
an empty, chilled glass.