people seem to move their lips
but
nothing
ever
comes out.
well, that's not exactly true.
words escape
like dead leaves
in a windstorm
but like leaves
they
flutter
and flurry
useless things.

a pretty painted kissable lip
tempts
no one
when the words it drops like bombs
explode
killing
the life
it
envied

I want nothing more than
To lay in a field of flowers and fuzzy dandelions
Isolated in utter peace with only music to accompany me
Where everything is so simple and pain doesn't exist

I need you to get out of my mind
Let go of my arm and stop wiping the tears off my face
Let me bleed out of all the cuts you've bandaged
Simply be the ghost that haunts me.

There is no smoke
without fire...

Why does the worst
smoke spew when
the fire is put out*...

If the search for God
is a fantasy,
I would rather settle
for a fantasy...