I don't feel sad
I feel irrate
To take the pain
And build up gates

No one enters
Yet No one leaves
Until I'm done with my grief

I lost myself
After I lost you
Why didn't I see
I was letting your eyes
Make me as we speak

Your words, comments,
Even the little gestures
Crowned me
Victory or defeat

I lost you
Now I only see my feet
They go nowhere
My head is empty
With despair

Loves empty canvass
Draws no more potions
There needs to be evasive action
To take hold of my endings

Scrap my tongue
Scatter the ashes across this
Plain white backdrop
Make scrimmages from
Self doubt, self pity,
And disappointment

There's no point in running
I'm always on empty

I often hear whispers
They say sit
Feel what she's done
What's left
Now binge on forgiveness

You'll find your soul
Underneath it
The flame will spark again
The dead will speak in color
Another shoulder will appear
To hold all of your secrets

The moon is full tonight
Maybe this light
This dark bright ancestral light
Will be my path

I have no earth to grab on to
I might as well die
Float up to the sky
Ask the gods
To bring me another muse
Someone just as lovely as you

I'll stay lost forever
If that's what it takes
To build a garden
Inside of these empty gates

The light out weighs
This tunnel now
And all The dark clouds
Have faded

Make use of your time
To keep them out
Dont get frustrated
The hate will dissipate
Let me melt them away

Listen to me inside
I am your heartbeat
I am your story cloud
Brighten me

If you ever hear me
Know I'm here for a reason
That everyrhing is okay
And that as long as you
Believe
It will be

I will burn
For many moons
To get in to you

Each time your body
Sets fire
It's time to retire

Go back
Pull out the vapor hash
Sits with old colleagues
Go under the pine tree
Let it comb
Your satire mind

Play in the divine
Lavish the light
Let purity ring.
Begin again,
New ending...

Monsters
Why are you eating me
What is it in my skin
That's so appealing

Or do you crave
To get in under
Lock and key
So you can
Take over my body

What she wonders
What is it now
What do you want from me
You grovel at my feet
Hoping to be fed
I have no more to give you
Last night's bread
was all there was

These orphan lots
Set beneath me
Spend nights awaking
the dead things
That I sleep in

They crawl beneathe my veins
Hidden in shame
I drown thee
With perfect obligatory
With knives
Held captive
And needle poked in eyes thread

These words become jummbled
So I throw them up instead
Melt me many men
Have them come in
Shake off their grievances
Give thanks for what's been

Wonder if you might
You might just
Give them a fright