Because I have put literally all of my focus on other people
Because every day I remind her she's strong and pretty
Because I go around reminding other people how great they are
I don't have any compassion left for myself, and even if I did
While I'm building everyone's clay model, perfecting that image
No one has been there to just ask how I'm doing,
But its fine, I truly do enjoy helping others,
It would just be nice if people put in as much effort as I do
To, not to sound selfish, but show they care

It's that feeling
When you feel the fibers of your heart
Constrict
Releasing chilled blue auras
To the bottom of your throat.
Leaking the familiar asphyxiations
Of yesteryear's sorrows.

i see beauty in the terrible &
i see perfect harmony in ugliness
shock pain destruction ruin,
the truth: the above is more whole and juicy between the teeth
than years of singing sparrows

& i see the perverted beauty in damage
- wreckage & shrapnel -
broken cracked stained objects
have their own crooked appeal

i lust for bruises, broken hearts, broken bones, addicted tongues
for the red eyes born of insomnia, sorrow, substance abuse
i want the literal & metaphorical dirt under your fingernails  
there's a sick sweetness in awful secrets
but factory fresh is bland & tasteless

Coming up from the ground
You see that light
The light that makes you perpetual
Like a feather flowing through the breeze
Deft as an emotion, clear as water
Im open to the world, i'm open to nature

We all have that empty pit in our stomache
When we cant see the sun for what it is
Blocked by the bleakness of winter

But you can get through, you can get through, just keep holdin on

See the forest through the trees
See the trees in the forest

And advice I can give ya, is to not give up
Stuck with  fleeting feeling
Of uncontrable variables

And that balance is virture,

We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
lets start a revelotuion
New, new, lets make this world.

dark eyes rimmed red
cigarette burns on his sleeve
the smell of the city lingering in his hair
he drops his jacket to the floor
& falls asleep cradling a bottle of whiskey