a joy to countless
brings pain to some

it takes but one
to douse the happiness
   of many

...if you let it

hold onto the positive
extinguish the negative

don't let others fears
   & insecurities
tear down all that you believe
   all that you feel
     all that you love
just to salve a wound
that has been festering
long before
you became
     what you are today.

My veins go straight to Wonderland
My track marks lead the way
A path I paved with blood and bruise
To stay wide awake for one more day.

The smoke I swirl into my lungs
Leaves calm, deep breaths behind
If I could trade the smoke for air
I would circle spin my mind.

My veins flow with rivers of bliss
My pupils swell to mirrors of black
Each thought races by fast and smooth
Turn on my body, never go back.

At night she spins eternal circles
Breathless with lungs full of smoke
Soothing her pain with a twirl of her pipe
Since something inside of her broke

Her veins are so carefully marked and bruised
Decorated black, blue, and red
The sharp kiss of a needle is all that she craves
And sometimes she wants to be dead

White clouds of smoke escape her lips
Cold metal explores her skin
Her hands shake for no reason at all
And chemicals want to win

I am sorry that I have not been on the last couple of days been in pain.

the torch of
a feeble reason lit.

a decision made, ablazed
in a haste passion,
cursory images
fleet
as fragile foam.

the ocean,
thuds
lulls and wilts
promises.

his lean vessel thrives
on magickal waves,
erupts, as a time
borrowed torch,

bold and beautiful.