I'm always away I'm but never in bed
Never exhausted enough to be dead
Stuck at the edge of the breaths that I take
Nobody passes my way by mistake
I used to see what I purposely could
Stand at the grave like a tragedy would
When did my legs dig a hole in the ground
How do I sleep in the places I found
Tell me a story to summon my thoughts
Pull them apart and connect all the dots
Scribbles and phrases aren't easy read
Impossible only for those who deceive
Nothing is ever the truth when you hide
Pieces of fiction to which you subscribe
Finish the sentence and check what you wrote
Don't be afraid to let everything go

everything else confines a
space between eyes an
informant, i, capitulation
finally breaches the wounded
water. you facilitate this,
with only a small clue. i
didn't write conviction down
my arms for nothing. at
least i hope not, this hopelessly
dawning i, this reality in
which we gravitate. find
a path to your palm. a
visceral obeisance you
may find in my eyes. a
low hiss, my heart leaks
to make space for you,
oh darling anew, the
inside of my chest
is snowing.

The spiders weave spinning galaxies, you're too narrow to see, what lies between the web?

Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle  goes on.

Well, I finally stated the truth. "idk I'm just tired of it, this drunkness is false happiness." glares up at me as I look about my room. Broke my painting, my sunglasses, wrecked my arm, my liver. Shaking and quivering from too much to drink to the kitchen sink. I think it's time to stop.

Love its essence doth change
becoming sweetened,
mellow with age.