I really only think of you.
When I'm drunk.
Getting
choked out by strangers.

A working boys story:
missing home.

Is like missing
razor blade kisses.

Drawing lines.
Parallel to my opaque veins.
A translucent transient.
Im serious about my crazy.
Don't play with demons ;
if you can't handle the Devil

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I cannot want it more—
I cannot want it less—
My Human Nature’s fullest force
Expends itself on this.

And yet it nothing is
To him who easy owns—
Is Worth itself or Distance
He fathoms who obtains.

Close your eyes, sweet girl
Whisper to me silence
Tangled questions
Beautifully forgotten

To be a thought
Shadows of the sun
Eternities forbidden
A slave to the night

Eyes of wonder
Shames reflection
Lost in your gaze of sorrow
Dark side of the sky

You are seen
Translations of dawn
Buried in your silence
Turn your stare towards the moon

Clouds upon your lashes
A journey lost
Provoked voices
To calm a quiver