I’m trapped
In a labyrinth of thoughts
A complicated irregular network
Of nonsensical passages
I wonder
Will I ever escape
Will I ever get to feel
Or to taste
What this place
Has conjured up
And passed off
As reality
But in my heart I know
I never will
I’ll exist here forever
From this place
I’ll watch my body rot
And feel my mind disintegrate
My only escape
From the present
Is the future
Though I know
It’s nonexistent
So what’s the point
Is there a reason
Because I need one
I’m beginning to tire
Of this never-ending puzzle
When I think I’ve found my way out
I get lost again
When I begin to see a light
At the end of the tunnel
It flickers off,
toying with my head
And I’m lost again
Was there ever a time
When I wasn’t
Was there ever a time
When my mind could be free
I can’t remember

I fell asleep beneath a cape
Of thick, porcelain mist-
And let my soul sink into the ground,
As darkness did persist.
I heard a demon cry to god,
Begging his precious grace
To wash away the rotten ash
Crucified upon his face.
The air was cloaked with righteousness,
It seeped into the pores
Of pagan trees and shrubbery:
Cast out of heaven's doors.
I curled my knees up to my chest,
And wrapped my arms round close,
As cold, damp air embraced my skin,
Invoking the Holy Ghost.
                                                                                   MB.

Stupid
Lazy
Slow
Confused
Incompetent
That’s what you want to call me, don’t you
She said with a mouth that sounded as if it wasn’t accustomed to such aggression

Hungry
Tired
Scared
Unsure
But
Persistent
That’s what I want to call you, I said
With a mouth that sounded as if it wasn’t accustomed to such sympathy

When it gets to be too much
When the ache in one’s chest becomes a pounding throb
And every breath becomes a chore of monumental effort
Remember that life goes on
That life wont be as hard
And pain from disappointment & regret will eventually pass

silver shadows
Into the night,
running through fires.
etched by morning light.
killing of wars,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,(,or,,,,,fire fly;s and old jars
count all the scars.
and them that´s not in sight.
we'll not all see the same stars.
heart of a.
southern cross has no flaws.
the muse of souls that shaped us.
takes us.
back
faced by the same moon,
in step in time and in tune.
maze of the mind.
that shields us from time.
a breath away.
the Bridge of sight.
or a sunny day ,
"timeless AND aimless.
into the night,
running against the wind.
just for spite,
breaking through bars.
count all the stars,
a seamless statue looks back,,
, were all graced.
by the same moon,
we carry with us,
muse of a life lost to soon ,
just a breath away.
from another day.
, etched Horizons haste.
for a sunny day.
(shin on me ).
don't let IT be ,
when the clouds.
fall to the ground.
I know your around,,,,
YOUR SOULS lace can feel.
your embrace beacon of sound,
feel you all around,,,,
when clouds fall to the ground