It’s* always the same

Everyone, Everything

It’s all the same

I want to see you

The naked truth

Clothed armies of your mind

Closed hallways aren’t the kind

To heal and regret nothing

You’ve always struggled, with that

Wondered – Power up

                                                           ­                                                                 ­             Unexplained mysteries

The missing pieces

The stars between us

I’m over it almost

Stay forever naked by the phone

I have no soul

Your words are missed

No conscience


Falling in,      and not,        floating out,        of it anymore


Find the God

The home




                                                                ­                                                                 ­                             **Burn it