i chug the pint sized can of lager
the 7.5 percent, my 8th, but i wish it got me farther
the hastening cerebration of complete intoxication
i have missed this, total self annihalition

maybe it is the wrong time and place
maybe we are just meant to graze
lightly against our hopes
but never to sow
like a pack of wolves
circling its prey
but never pouncing till the light of day
maybe that is what we are
maybe we will continue to chase
and pursue what could be
maybe one day the lords will finally see
that you are the one for me

beyond space and time
is somewhere i will find
between my twisted mind
a place for you and i

a rabid violation i was, towards those near me
a premeditated prowess full of diligent schemes,
a faucet i constantly found myself turning.

i remember watching you
it was weird the way
your skin started to turn a little blue
no more flush of that lively "life"
our human race has so desperately pursued
the same you looked, just a little dead
just a fraction of hope
flashing in my head
in sheer naiveness of you coming back again, i hear the life support's infamous
tune

the cold would send little snow drops
trickling down my spine
dancing and singing praise to the moonlight
gestures of repentance despite knowing my damnation I continue to sit there, looking for my salvation
But with the icy cold drops, that warm me
and a look back into my bitter stained history
i have released and accepted what has always
been known to me
that salvation and emancipation has only been a dream

if anything
aren't we just made up of
snippets of other people
one's our eyes
have yet to
settle upon
even those we may never meet
we romanticise our bad habits
we chant them like
bittersweet symphonies
we parade our melancholy insidiously
in hopes of someone listening
they hear our cries; they know it too
a pain so familiar
it unites a couple few
their desirous whines for
the land of milk and honey
may have been answered
as for the others
bliss only blesses the
blessed