maybe it's dangerous,
  – a fault in this flawed way of living –
to think independently.

I come home exhausted.
Not knowing how much more i can handle.
My back aches,My feet hurt.
All I can feel is my heart beating loud.
My eyes start to swell up with tears.
My first Mothers Day alone.
I look in the mirror,remembering.
Remembering my mother.
How she would pull back my hair,
Kiss my cheek,
and say softly "I love you."
Now all i have left is fear and pain.
It’s fragile and fleeting and filled with fear
Tentative, uncertain, uncomfortably near.
I know that I will make it through the day,
But i feel very uncertain about tomorrow.

Burned out Star Child
Born again a black hole
Injected arms race for ignorance
Fighting back bliss
Track marks the X
Centered on infinite loops of addiction

It's time to battle them off
self-ignite illumination
run out the gamut
right into the gauntlet

A new discipline
in dreams of being dominated
Where the moon maps out the sky
Submission to a new archetype.