Judge me
Laugh at me
Whisper about me
Hate me
Love me
Call me names
I'm doing it to you
We are human
We are animals

When humanity gets you down
Look under the rug
Cry

The world Is your playground
Dance
The moon's smiling at you
Dance
Life is tremendously short
Dance
You are an imperfect creature
Dance
Politicians are stilling from you
Dance
Terrorists want to **** you
Dance
There is no Heaven only dirt
Dance

My father was a plumber and more
He is gone now with much forlorn
I miss his advice and lore
A leak sparked memory
Of great days of yore
Advice I seek
To fix my
Toilet
Leak

Closely I observe myself from afar.
My world transforms into a perplexed dream.
Earth-toned hues shine brighter than any star.
Perception composes a wary theme.
Contorted tree limbs mock every movement.
Eyes become filled with cotton candy clouds.
Conversations are no longer fluent.
Alone I walk in a burial shroud.
I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dead.
Numb is the only sensation I feel.
Broken shards of faith bear a tint of red.
The face in the mirror doesn’t look real.
Existence slowly crumbles into sand.
I’m a stranger who roams this foreign land.

The kneeler cracks from the weight of my sins.
Suddenly the board splits into two.
I feel sharp splinters in my knees
as I stumble towards the door.
I can hear soft whispers
amongst the people.
At the exit
I see her.
My love.
God.

O, how I long to lay by the sea.
The calming sound of the waves
The tides washing away my worries.

O, how I long to run in the field.
The sun nourishing my needs
The breeze enlightening my senses.

O, how I long to sit along the cliff.
The edge causing adrenaline rushes
The view relaxing my mind.

*O, I wish to be anywhere but here.