d y i n g
seems like
the greatest
perhaps, the
eventual epitome
of the finest
taste of ecstacy,
if you'd be
allocated
this slice
of heaven
with
m e

we live in
a world of
   utter
        d e s o l a t i o n,
yet we still find
  ourselves falling
       down to the
      high
crests and
          pitted
waves
        of the
             o c e a n
    just
to swim for
   the bliss
that
            l i f e
   makes us
believe
          it has
    to
                o f f e r

trapped
suffocated
smothered

in these four *******
w a l l s
that i call

s e l f

the sky offers a
peculiar comrade,
with differing
evanescence and
diaphaneity,
offering such
steadfast dependence
and fervour

                    imperfect
         uncertain
                            alone

drink me in
and
inhale my
monster
inside your clean
lungs
as
i create the
vision of
y o u  &  m e

now tell me
if it's
possible to
wake up
from a
nightmare
when
you
aren't even
asleep
in the
first place

... and my skin is begging to be touched,
by the shiny piece of metal,
that takes all the pain away.

(e.k.j.)