I’m pushing and praying for any signs of a pulse,
fidgeting thoughts, a conclusion proven false.

Hope  has its heroes, like buoyancy in the event of a flood,
eventuality digs in, like being at the bottom of sinking sands and mud.

Shock and awe at the distress and unrealistic expectations that flow from your jaw,
balanced beliefs, with envy of the sky, theories set aflame like straw.

I’m begging now, here in the deep; sleepless in the dark,
I want what I already have, a blazing fire when i’m missing the spark.

Revived memories, dying, pushed off, on repeat, revived memories,
Reach me - revile me based on easy decisions and heathens stuck with treachery.

A supplemental divide, living there between heart and mind,  
If we threw our cares to the wind, and closed our eyes, I wonder what we’d find?

Imagine this: disaster in the form of false friendship, that - a sinking ship,
anxious awareness clutching barrels reserved for killing, loosen the grip.

If there’s a light on in the attic, then let me hear you scream through the static.

It’s finally here, the answer always living and unclear,
“I promise there’s nothing to fear my dear,” as we grow stagnant for another year.

Balled fists leveled by my sides, like autumn leaves hiding discolored lies,
in the face of folly, dismembered grief, relocates to my own surprise.

Hurt in every way. Kiss me and tell me to stay away.