My thoughts have become rotten
they've become overused
on and on every moment everyday
the same exact notions
the same sick emotions
it's like a poison it's released and I'm entrapped
What the **** am I doing my thoughts don't correlate with my physical motions
towards the deep, towards the hole
ah, the sweet release
This ******* drug I'm done I quit
One thing I'll do to omit this exhausting chemical it can't exist I ******* quit it can't exist!
Yet I still give in, I can't stop smoking
The endorphin of your breathe, the passion of this mess
Drowning deeper and deeper in this ocean of killing devotion
Inhaling the essence of this relationship
Denying myself it's basic commotion
It'll be over soon and then I'll somehow ****** your flame
But it's too late
**** with you its not a relationship it's a addiction it's insane
I've excelled at tearing my own flesh
I deserve a ******* promotion
Man I knew this would bite me in the ***
Dispose of any light I had
My heart is decomposing in slow motion as I set off my own erosion
Guest that's why they say stay away from drugs
They'll likely set off an explosion

The souls had a burning eagerness
They were lost and mislaid
They were worn out and drained
Frazzled, they searched for aid
A momentary Band-Aid
Unbeknownst to them, their aid was at strife
Exhausted from a strenuous plight
When approached by the souls
The aid clasped its knife
And scathingly ripped the vines of harmony and yearning right out of their haven
Leaving the souls crumbling with a loss of direction and a non-existent elation
Drowning in hopelessness
The end, was at sight
Finally arriving, barely alive, there was a clamorous knock
Fervent and ready to pay the price
It beat the souls down
Only to bring them paradise
A mystifying euphoria
It felt like they were in an ecstatic coma
The souls exulted in the thrilling aurora,
Discovering their freedom, the gleam of propriety
The burning souls had arrived to their new normality

i.

dusk melts into walls
and corners,
the sun begins to dip,
below the earth
little islands of
light and shadow.

ii.

the light softens,
carries us towards
the sentry keeper
of the blue earth
the night’s noble
gaze.

iii.

rose-wood and indigo,
immense cloud
washed-out like
faded denim,
stars in summer’s hollowy skies.

iv.

as dark as a tinted window
the land breaks free
from the sun, dissolves
into shadows bent
into a thousand shapes
and altitudes
like softening rivers
of the mind.

v.

uncovered, the night
forgets it flowers and its
prisms, relents to magical
seas of black ink.

divot discoloration blemished imperfection.
The storybook of my flesh is peppered with these pockmarks of life.
A secret connect the dots maze on my body binding the story pages together.
I grin as I examine my body and all it's protruding oddities, how beautiful  it is as I crash course through this crazy ocean my breath still ebbs and flows in synchronization.
I love the nooks of me no one else could possibly understand.
my peculiarly chipped tooth buried in my gums as a reminder of juvenile fun.
I tuck myself into a bed of comfort cradling these imperfections, a grand testament of life.
The girl with the electric smile and lazy eye.

How long does your will run?
Does it bleed through the horizon,
persistently pursuing the setting sun?
Or does it waver in the summer heat
radiating off of these endless streets?
Is it all a mirage, a dream undreamt
from each late night's waking sleep?
How long does your will run,
because mine's only skin deep.