Whispers slip through cracks in the foundation.
Slippery cries for comfort seep into the room.
Awakening splinters through the eyes, open wide, bloodshot.
Deafening, eager yearning to go out into the night.
Whistling wind surrounds gently, stars gaze profusely.
Footsteps shake the ground, pound for pound, without sound.
Shadows lurk between the homes, distant voices emulate, they follow.
To the side, finally, company arrives.
Friends, foes, I do not know, closely they follow.
Strolling, waiting for something, anything.
More stalkers arrive, different shapes, different size, dark outlines.
Whispers, whimpering, shrieking cries fill the skies.  
Estranged, enraged, pounding waves to the head.
The lake lies ahead, lake dread, lake dead to the night.
Approaching, the frequency reaches new peaks, unbearable.
Standing tall over the water, surrounded by hordes of them.
Reflection, refraction, not sure which applies.
When I look down I can't believe my eyes.
There stands thousands of people, faces, eyes.
Peering at me.
And only one shadow.
One shadow, where,
By all means,
I should be.

A steady, warm flow into the gentle night.
A certain sway back and forth, confidence surely not lacking.
A certain feel about this night, not forced, just right.
Stroll to the car, ready to embrace all that is enjoyable.
Get in, start driving, then suddenly, trouble.
Hell on two feet, a stumble, she falls on to the pavement.
A gasp, and I feel all containment leave my soul.
No breath left to waste, time is of the essence, and I must make haste.
Jump from the car, hands and feet feel like rubber.
Stumble, fumble, and reach for her withering life.
She lies there fallen, beaten, overdosed.
I lift her off the ground, Pale as a ghost, though not as light or transparent.
Freeze frame this moment in my mind, on repeat, over and over I find.
Rush, rush, not fast enough. Run, run, as swift as my legs can carry me.
To the hospital right in front of me, luckily.  
Not a moment too soon, eyes dry, heart racing, muscles aching.
Doctors await eager to determine this poor girl’s fate.
Rushed away in a tizzy, leaving me winded and dizzy.
Gone as quickly as she came, didn’t even catch her name.
Always keeps me up at night, wondering if she was ok….

Time ticks away every moment, the fluid motion of hands turn the pages quickly day by day, way too swiftly, the storms all pass. The rain washes away the pain of the disturbing rust filled day. Awake, barely awake, senses touch, feel, and make some curious thoughts, wonders. The passing of light creates whiplash across the skin. Burning, never still, against weak wills of consciousness. Reaching, yearning for a hunger that cannot be filled. Beaches, mountains, valleys, highs and lows, no, nowhere can fill the void. Madness, vines of ever reaching obscurity keep the ground all too near. Here, there, glass surrounds, shattering at the slightest bit of resistance. The machines work flawlessly to produce each and every last breath, until all is spent in a blunder of malcontent. We’ve all gone mad, so crazed with wonder that numbness is all that exists. Resistance, resist, worn down by the consistence of the system. Far too complex, far too submissive, this could only be, not but an accident, but a purposeful disposition of a far too ineffable being. To live, we call it, should be humorous, a good laugh, mindless, in essence. Tell me why we try; it’s in the design, embedded deep within. Some sick game of a narcissist, some race that we cannot complete, due to lack of whereabouts, purpose. You should laugh due to the fact that you will go back to work eventually, inevitably. Work.  Pointless and wasteful, trying to find a temporary need to exist. Society, all gone excessively insane, not a single logical reason for doing anything. To do, without the conclusion of completeness, and the answer to the question, why?  I just don’t know.

Wide, wide, he opens his eyes , takes a deep breath , stands up high. The bars slide smoothly to the side, they wait for him to step out onto the line. He walks, his legs heavy already, dragging along the cold waxed floor. Never felt this sure before, that this is it. The pinnacle of his existence, the ****** before the grand finale, the last beautiful sunset, this moment takes him back. He opens his eyes and there in front of him flies beautiful chirping birds, hovering above a peaceful meadow, green, plentiful life is abundant here, as he turns back to the cabin built by his own hands, she peaks through the door. Oh how this woman he adores. Many nights they lie there on the porch, how fast the time goes, yet the feeling is infinite, passion, throbbing, pulsating, emulating, vibrations trapped in his mind, breath leaves him shocked into bliss, it is this that he will miss. Back into reality, oh the stormy sullen, prison night. Strapped to the chair that which he shall never stand up from, why would he stay here when he could be in the cabin with the woman of his true reality, a desire so strong, no prison nor death can hold.

Dusk has raised his hand on us, he's reached his mighty peak of lust, just know that it's not enough. But It's only for a certain time.
No, no rays of light, I'm prompted to just turn away, sleep until another day, if only to avoid the night.
No, no cost of flight, so easy to just fade away, your mind trapped for another day, it's only just to keep alive.
Stay, here for certain time, I'll look him in his cold dark eyes, he plays and messes with my mind, the only loyal friend of night.
There, there he hovers, threw me to oblivion, race to be the champion, he can't hold me down for long.
Reach out for the distant light, as darkness losses grip of night, it's only just a matter of time.
Where, lies my peace, often met by friends of night, loyal friends don't have to fight, it's only just some company.
Friends will come, and friends will leave, but a nighttime friend will always be, just until you free, free your mind.

You see the red brick road, the lines and rows,
The dreadful woes, and droves of cracks,
It's not bound to last.
It's like a viral attack.

When the lights go down, It's a quiet town, no one else around.

The stretch of stone, lined with trees,
The ground gives way and buckles your knees.
All while the wood explodes, leaving you bruised to the bone.

Don't know why you're here, suppose to face your fears.

The shattered sky, falls and cries,
The weight of life, takes you by surprise,
Gives you burdened eyes.

You sit there stunned, all kinds of blood.

Love calls out, makes you hear it's name,
When you know where to go,
And find your way,
It seems so clear, so hard to stay.

Start taking strides, and your strength arrives.

It's not an easy street,
It's just the way to be.



.

I feel.
But it doesn't matter.
It hurts like a burn, it aches like a sore rib, it blisters in the sun.
But it doesn't matter.
Too much tension, too much stress.
Weakness.
It plagues me like a nagging whisper coming from the darkness.
Somewhere.
It bewilders me, it rattles my bones, it will keep me from sleep as sure as the sun will set.
But it doesn't matter.
Abuse, violence, degrading, hating, I just can't take it, I can't sit back and watch.
I feel your pain, I am your tears falling hard to the ground.
They don't make a sound, so no one even notices.
Except me.
I'm right beside you.
Rain, pain, dripping down my neck.
His brutal, insensitive hands hold you still, I just want to break his neck.
You sit there and take it for whatever reason.
I watch with disdain.
I study with an intense gaze.
His eyes lock into mine and, for an instant in time, I envy him, but
Then I take hold of my kind hearted soul.
I reach out to stop him, or even to just comfort her,
And they walk away together.
I watch as they stroll away.
Together.
There is nothing she can do, his will to fight is enduring, overpowering.
She gives in, submissive as always.
Just another scar.
They disappear into the pouring rain,
And there is nothing that I can do.....