On me like peeling skin;
A part of me but dying.
Flaking off, drifting down,
Forgetting that you belonged to me.

Summer is here, but doesn't
Smell like Summer smells.
It seems like more bugs
Are dying in the light.

Friends surround me like
Junk at a yard sale.
Familiar, but about to
Be lost in the distance.

Belonging isn't what we want here.
It doesn't matter how
Important you make me feel,
I'll never feel it.

When I'm here with them,
I'm there alone.
The people who were there
Aren't allowed to care anymore.

Society loves to dream,
Take pride in themselves,
Dreaming their dreams,
Leading new crowds.

But dreaming a dream, to me,
Is more than pride or sleeping.
Creating memories that weren't remembered,
Forgetting the ones that were.

You're here with me,
Except not in reality.
No one to talk to,
No one I need.

Rapidly tripping
Just to fall to sleep.
You're all I have left
To dream about in dreams.

Brains constantly devoured,
Forged as the unknown.
Intellect decieving creative diction
Pardon errors and revise.

The hours you spent
Absorbing anything but sleep,
Piles up to the layers
Of stars and air.

Stop being the person
You thought you were.
Brush off values you knew,
Learn to teach something old.

Tear ducts flood out
Sodium enhanced contracts,
That binded you to affliction
Yesterday, and all hours that remain.

It doesn't have to stop,
And it doesn't have to start.
Sit through the releasing
Of depressing minds.

Cope with the contract
That you desperately signed.
Let them hear you weep
And see your pathetic eyes.

Stars shine with hope,
You shine with sadness.
Thirsting for more oppertunities
That allow you to feel something.

Now that there is nothing left
To feel, and nothing left
To hate, forgetting them
Is chronologically ensuing.

Straining your neck to get a second look
At distant locks
Shaking "I tried"
Turning door knobs inside out

Anxious patterns spinning ties
Sweating for warmth
Stepping into socks, enclosed travels
You're too cold to exist

Grabbing anything you can grab in sight
Twisting your mind
To escape living ecstasy
Dreams of you and me

The moon falls upward
The sky falls below while the cars fly
Like a limousine to me
You used to be considered fancy

Six feet under, in my mind
Forgotten parts of cringing discoveries
Lost and found inside miscellaneous medicines
Remodeling harsh eyes

Confused expressions set on autopilot
Degrading, regenerating
Organs and miles of dusted feet
Lost between them that are you

Emotions trample your face
Tracking slush in the cracks of your flaws
Where is the army fleeing?
Desire to feel them burn

Spines form to given foam
But as you lose yourself they trade for former homes
Laying themselves down, unaligned
In different storylines

Dictionaries have answers to everything known
Owning all meanings, meaning nothing at all
Labeling individuals and all things
From avalanches to eruption of mankind

Fix my eyes on you
Scribble languages on napkins
To bring education from there to near
Forget this just to remember.