To gain-l
ess virtuEs (
undone storie
s
that tell lies to their child
ren and spread
       demons in the
ir wake)

Trappings of souls in wHite. Threaten our days

Until all that’s
left; rather diminutive
findi
ng passion in Th
e cold (under dure
ss
  gathering riche
s in frost heaves
upEnding mound
   s of dirt) to reach a g
oal

Gratitude multiplies under the weiGht

Of longing and
b
l
i
s
s
    Our hearts a
che for restitution
Hardening un
der your tOuch (reaching
    A point of n
o return, yelling, tur
ning
Plotting i
n our graves)

Today is the end of everything Together

From beast to beast; ash to ash
Forming lost words from recess, Sunken into the abyss
Contradicting what you know to be true
The lies are made of tears, falling kindly on her shoulder.
Fret not, thy beautiful rain maker
Worry not, for the pleasure is mine
To comfort and support the making of your diamonds
You may be unwell but

It’s my job to care for the deprived
Be to the distance as the distance did to you
Stay strangled from the world, taking homage for its sins
Live in the shadows of your own heart
Fret not, for thine is a beauty lost
Worry not, for you can simply live
To grade and perform unlike others
You may be unwell but

From daemon to daemon; crust to crust
Forming time into your mind, buried in the sand
Controversial to those deeds forced upon you
The lies are made of tears, dropping Heaven onto her shoulders.

To the sea,
To the sky,
To the vast earth at our
Feet
I bid you a thanks, for gifting me your
Beauty
Shining bright, holy, lively
Full of aimless wonder, glowing with positives,
Amid the strangled uneasiness

You give new purpose, gaining strength in hordes.
Fly above head, filling my sight,
With clouds, specks, stars,
Emptiness
Yet beautiful in its own right
Bearing oceans of wealth,
Not money, but courage
Enough for everyone, amidst the array,
Breathing longing for your embrace.

Waves painted turquoise, hefting
Barrels of torrent, crest, chopping
Heavily away
Towards
Unheard words, whispering seashells
Into my ear, I hear your voice, calling
Beckoning for me, I walk, I run, tripping
Over myself
To get to you

I praise your beauty
For it lightens my heart
For it eases my mind

I need lies
For I am sick of the truths
Untold revelations revealing indication.
To be told
As the leaves fall.
That one is up, Instead of down.
Would you feel as though
You’ve been lied to, prayed victim, insulted
Made a fool of your own.

Devices, trivialities, trinkets, and goodies

O deities keep us occupied, with times undone
Encompass us with stars of our lights
And reveal our destinies, and shape our futures
Lie to us in fashions, stones that tell the wrong
And foretell undoings, wrong-ings and corruption

Hang your false pretenses out, to dry and fade
Bind us in iron cuffs, braces, shackles
Tell us not the truths of the world
But the lies of your lives.

I won’t say much about how I was raised
Except this, it was horrid
Bugs flying every which way left me mortified
Up until my death bed I will be aggrieved
Crawly bits going over my feet
How did I end up in that situation?
Why was I in the pit of disgusting things?
Oh well, you see, I’m out now
So I guess that’s all that matters
Just a bmp in the road
Yet, now it seems I see things
At night in my dreams I wake up screaming
As a snake wriggles across my chest
And millipedes writhe down my throat
That life apparently wasn’t good for me
Not in the least bit slightly
My mind aches from nights spent awake
Praying on the side of my cot
Hoping the badness would go away
That the monsters would stay out
But to no avail
Why did I end up this deranged?
Why am I so sick in the head?
You can blame my upbringing
And all the things that haunt me
But for now
I’ll pretend I’m fine
For I can’t wake up otherwise

Death,
Comes slowly at first,
Riding a ******* steed.
The night,
The darkness,
Stringing sickness about.
Beckoning him to your door;
Giving him free reign.

He will come for you,
For your soul,
Your heart.
Leaving only pain.

For those around you,
It is but a silent whim.
Whisking away
A loved one;
Carrying you higher into the Heavens,
To face your judgement

Be it by gas,
Or blade,
Be it by a method unseen.
His horse will come,
And ridden by Greed
For death has been slain
By a Sin unbeknownst

Could you paint me better off?
Clean my minds slate?
Pull my strings
Control my emotions
Will you seize my day into your own and furrow my brow?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Would you nail in my loose screws?
Dig up my skeleton from the closet?
Pour my heart down the sink
Or break it over the counter
Will you count the suffocations tonight and pull the pillow from my face?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Can you pull me from the crawlspace in my head?
Ground my thoughts into dust?
Pillage my safety
Leave me defenseless
Will you throw my disarray into the trash and dump me in the backyard?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Dare you play with my conscience?
Sleep lonely on my spine?
Uncover my sarcophagus
Placate my pain
Will you befriend the dominions and wash away the stain?

You’re me
I’m you
So why can’t I do
What you can, too?