Inhale your inspiration. Exhale with purpose. Leave your body and drift to somewhere beautiful. Watch me while I sleep. Try to guess what I'm dreaming of as you rapidly shotgun the last remaining can of your childhood innocence.
Your wounds are trying to teach you something. Light up and see your mind in a bowl. You turn down the noise and fill the void with smoke. Throw your imaginary identity into the flames and discover who you really are.
Ask Siri for directions to a meaningful existence.
You take this white plastic ball and   toss it towards neatly arranged cups that hold your potential future. You're restless as you watch them drink it down and laugh. I sing you lullabies to pacify your deep and damaged thoughts. Send me post cards from the front yard of the place I once called home. Shoot me up with your memories so that I may know you better. Slowly woven over time like your grandmas favorite sweater.
Its last call. The lights they hurt your eyes. Secrets shared are secrets kept, I said too much this time. So here we are and here we'll stay Nothing is as it seems. Stare at the fog around the earth of people's discarded dreams.

Life of a moth:

A fantastic disappearing act as I fall into my deepest slumber. My cocoon erected from the strange things that you mumble. Coming down from the psychedelic trip of birth, my wings are new and wet. I hastily fly around your lights and torment all of your cats. I want to crawl inside your dreams and slowly hollow out your head. So that you can soon forget about the awful things things I said.
I land on you and eat the clothes that you're wearing, I keep nibbling through your flesh and bones until you vanish, then I fly away

we were the soil before the jungles existed, we were the wind before it carved the rocks, we were the chemicals patiently floating & waiting to exist as a machine without purpose.
cursed with the breath of life and gifted with the cold embrace of death
We drew white lines from our faces and drifted through the blackness of space hopelessly alone, following the light from dead ancient stars.
forget all your past experiences, become everything and nothing.
Still waiting to be born
you will find us dancing with molly
Straight chilling in a black hole.

You picked a flower and said "i killed this for you and life is temporary just like my attention" and i just nodded because I knew.
We consumed a pristine bottle of liquor distilled from the fragments of your lost and wasted childhood and I kissed you with lips of ******* and eyes wide open.
With no God in sight you touch my skin and I shatter into millions of shiny pieces scattered across your astral plane. Get me outta here and get me high. Crack open my head and let me out for the night.
We'll make a bed on decaying tapes of memories with love messages hidden in each frame and slowly deteriorate together.

My heads sick with worry while the stench of regret fills up my senses and I try to forget. All those words that you sent me, not that long ago,
saying that you need me, and you'll never let me go.
I'm restless with sorrow looking at this bottle.
My sweet saving grace if only for tonight. I drink it down and lose you. Try to drown out the sound
of my good conscience saying, "you don't need him around."
I'm a glutton for your punishment so make it hurt really good. Just starting to realize that you never understood. I'm not a quitter although I know it's for the best.  I will always hold you higher than the rest.
Just go, just let me be. I can't think straight, I just need some sleep. Quiet now, all I need is time to wrestle with my demons and take back what's mine. Just go.

You took me to a place that helped me to forget all the battles I've been fighting and the buzzing in my head. We stood on rooftops overlooking city lights. I wanted to say I need you but you were taking in the sights.
We stood at the center of the universe where you couldn't hear a thing. All I wanted was to kiss you as we listened for the trains to sing. About trials and tribulations with life on a one way track.  About the beauty in their graffiti and how they're never coming back.
We can blame our behavior on the liquor if it helps you to not be conflicted. If it somehow makes you feel better because those feelings are restricted. Just say you'll stop in later on and monopolize all my time 100 east second street if you're ready to be mine. 100 east second street if you're ready to be mine.

Loneliness is my weakness. Its like a ******* sickness. If its space you need then love you have it. Lord have mercy on my weak and weary soul.
Lines of our friendship are blurry. I've never been good at black and white. You're in the grey now. I'm counting backwards. Tracing steps to where it all went wrong.
What I would give for you to just want me. In all my imperfections and my messed up mind. You've made your feelings loud and clear. If its truth you seek then heartache you'll find.
You are my conscience when my morality fails me. Sorry to hand you that task. You are much stronger and more willful than I am. Be the best of someone better they say.
When the liquor fills my cup. I can taste you in my mouth again. I feel I was fashioned for failure. I am so done with giving up.
Someday I'll learn to love you better. Giving up the ghost of my selfish ways. I feel I've wronged you, but not sure how. Make me listen love I'm all ears now.