Everything has been drained from me.
The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea.
Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes.


I lay here, in my coffin, faint.
I lay here, in my hurse, breathless.
Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body.
You've done it again.  
You've taken my peace of mind
my empathy and pieces of me.


I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed.
They stare at me, blacked eyed like children.
Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt.
Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings.
Drown and dried  over and over...
They give me no answers.

I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage.
A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs.

In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you.
I've climbed  stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you.

And then, I lay awake.
Afraid of  waking adventures ahead of me.  
Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look.

I lay here lost and confused
60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.

Blackberries glide down my throat.
While Blueberries push back the words
That should not be spoken.
The air in this classroom is stale.
This moment feels so still.

You come to mind like a 1940's picture show
Grainy memories covered in bitter-sweet nostalgia.
Your hair blows in the wind
The film skips
Now, your car is drowning on the Boulevard
I blink
And you're next to me in your car seat
Starring at me with those eyes that Cancers have
Big, deep, doe-like, and dark
In them, I can sink and drown.

The raspberries glide down my throat
While the pineapples push back my hope
That my email notification will ping.
That, maybe, you will respond to me.
With a 2010-friendly tone.

Sundown
You're next to me while I sigh and frown
And the beer is on our lips
While Los Angeles hangs in the clouds
The dead are the only witnesses around

Kiss me at the cemetery
I won't tell her and you won't tell him

You're my only friend on this hill of death
Roses cover our scent
We meet at the end of the darkest street
Where we smoke all of our sins

Venice Beach
Where we meet- Marvelous Things fill the air
I'm at the bar while you strum your guitar
And sing "It's not too late to change"
( I took that to heart)

Kiss me at the cemetery
I won't tell her and you won't tell him

You're my only friend on this hill of death
Roses cover our scent
We meet at the end of the darkest street
Where we smoke all of our sins

Cemetary Memories
Hair as black as sin

Breathe.
  
Its almost that time when the moon turns
and all that you hold turns on you.
And you turn into what you were always meant to be.
  
Inhale.

All the stars turn in their grave under your feet.
The angles turn their gaze toward your purity.
And all that was once black has faded to green.
  
Exhale.

Fate is turning in your favor while the past burns
While your ancestors singing turns into screaming
And your pinebox is rotting in a bleak dark cemetery

Choke.

On the empty curses you have promised.
On silver bullets and silver rings
And as you take your last breath feel the warmth from the ocean breeze.

Suddenly, you're not so far away
When we sing together I get a bitter taste.
Do you dream of another face?
These memories stick to my like a ****** stain

I can see the light beaming through the trees
I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze
I can see the grey clouds roll on by
There's a storm brewing we ought to hide

Its the sweetest taste
When you eat the fruits of your labor that you've made
On this darkened road we are on there is a starry sky
Your life path isn't looking bright.

I can see the light beaming through the trees
I can feel the wind kick up a warm breeze
I can see the grey clouds roll on by
There's a storm brewing we ought to hide

Everyday is daunting.
Every interaction is fake and trite.
I just want to sink into the blues and greens
And leave behind the shell that was once me.
Put my skull up to your ear
And hear a shallow weeping come through
loud and clear.

Everyone is dead.
All my friends are ghost or tragic souls
Whom made terrible deals for short delights.
They sink into the black and aquamarine
While they haunt their lost dreams,
And you can hear them drown in frustration,
subtle but obvious.

Every man for himself.
This ship is sinking and the water is deadly cold
And its hunger is ravenous and exact.
You will sink into the cerulean and midnights.
The last wave will feel like a welcomed dream
And the final sounds will be a deep universal vibration.
grand and final.

Its comes in the middle of an optimistic smirk
Or when my mind is settling in its warm and cozy canopy bed that is surround with black sheer bed curtains.

The sad creeps in.

It creeps in when I am feeling safe and held in the arms of husband.
It creeps in on warm days when Im laying in grass watching the clouds pass.

The sad settles in.

It settles in the crevices of my brain
It settles in the chambers of my heart
It settles in behind my eyes
It settles inbetween each breath

The sad lingers.

It lingers through the days
It lingers in the words I say
It lingers in the thoughts that drift by
Its lingers through earths revolutions

The problem is with my eyes.
You see the problem is that my soul sits like a question mark in them.
The problem is that whenever I hear the sound of the "Wah wah" details of your day - you can see the question mark start to flip.  
And my eyes roll back into my lids.

The real problem lies within my mind.
It tends to detach and retreat to a blank state.
The problem is that whenever it decides to come back I'm in the middle of driving  and I can't remember if I passed any red lights.
And my mind just don't feel right.

The daily humdrum of the mundane day
has left me feeling empty.
I'm sleep walking through the hours that make up my day.
I'm night thinking in the dark to avoid the nightmares.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of being resilient...

of being in charge.

I'm tired of responsibility

and society.

I'm tired.

Some days are blackholes
That inhale every part of me.
Days like that pull apart all hope
and swallow my dreams whole.


Some days are like sunrises
That shine on the dark parts of my mind
Days like that illuminate new perspectives
and usher in endorphins that carry me to a dimly lit abyss.

I can recall the way the morning dew sits on the fresh budding flowers in spring.
Ignorant to the winter that melted away before them they grow towards sun.
Youth have a unique talent of being able to stare directly into the sun.
They know-it-all while remaining  empty and full of angst.
The cold heart of youth keeps them bold and detached.
In the summer their necks are bent and their spines are crooked.
The youth are feeble, vain, and gullible.
They are easily swept away by the first wave of interest.
They drown in love and vices.
They fantasize about their celebrity
And they love to hate any flowers that lived through the winter before them.

Just you wait till the world pollinates you.
The world hangs above you like an Acne anvil suspended into the ether.
When autumn comes it will fall and explode on them like dreary dark piñata filled with children, debt, taxes, and new displeasures that no one ever warned them about.
The world will pluck every petal off you one by one
"They love, they love me not, they love me, they love me not".
Then the clouds will stroll in.
And winters first snow will began to shimmy down and settle on every stem.

Sometimes I wish that someone would notice the dull death sitting in my eyes
Or even share the same lament that sits on my lips.
But day after dull day my bones go into autopilot and
My mind needs to stay detached
Because when the lights are on and it looks like someone is home
That someone is drowning in a graveyard of memories

Now that the years have passed,
Was I really that bad?
Now that summer is gone
I will haunt your halls.
My laughter painted on these walls.

Now that you're all alone
Drowning in you're thoughts
My ghost crawls in your skull
Yesterday is gone.
And tomorrow you're memories will be just another song.

How short should this poem be?
Should it be as long as Love and war
And sing about such wars that we fight in our head right before we thought we were going sleep instead?
Would these words on this paper be deeper than 1000 leagues under the sea?
Or will it read like an abyss of thoughts...
Can they be deeper than a dream?
I want to know if these words will transcend to another space or time.
Or will they drown in a cloud?
Only time will tell.

Some years ago I fell off a cliff.
Somewhere between the mazes of memory and thought
I have lost my mind in time.
I have lost pieces of my soul in the moments of my life that provided the bricks that made up a skeptical foundation in my heart.
Layered in an angry mortar the emotional bricks settled into the walls that make up the fortress that surrounds my heart.
The cracks that riddle my skull are a specialized Victorian texture technique- I wonder if you can afford it?
The clocks on my walls are tired and my curtains are tattered.
Over time my fortress has withered.
I watch it morph its shape in the mirror day by day.
I watch the laugh lines settle around my frown.
Day after day,
The mirror inhales my youth.
My bed absorbs my tired weight.
And the dragon's head mounted on my door wards off the company.

I'm going to need you to approach me like a secret.
With whisper footsteps and mysterious hands that touch like a cloud about to drop its first rain.
Or come at me like train while I have my headphones on walking along the tracks.
Impale me just like that.  
If there were an in between then that's where you would truly find me.
In between the rose petals of my thoughts.
Scented like a candy dream with crazy diamond eyes.
Crimson lips that whisper " you can trust me with your lies ".

Babygirl, you look so pristine.
Like a Grecian butterfly
You take the only soul within me.
Your love turns my skin aquamarine.
Every poem you sing
Makes it hard for me to breathe.

I yearn for your liver-mortis kiss.
Only Death himself can make feel like this.
Only putrefaction can be a final bliss.
But I'll linger and haunt till you believe
Every hug and kiss turns my skin aquamarine.

Go to death
Or go to his cousin.
Tell her you are only here to visit.
Tell her your nightmare is an 8 hour minute.
Go to his cousin,
Tell her go to death.
You are only here to visit.
Im in a casket trying to mask it.
Death sits in my eyes and
I'm howling and screaming.
My devil cries sink deep down.
Dark and bold
Then the story gets old.
I will go to death and
We will visit his cousin.
Her dreams are like a windy vision.
Where I can sink ten leagues beneath.
Death is an ocean.
And when I am with her
I cannot breathe.

Big lips
Side chicks
I love the words
That drip from your lips.
Baby cheeks that weep
Lips at my feet
Red light kiss
It's you I miss.

You look like you've been crying all night.
I thought I would be crying my whole life.

It's all these changes
It's all these phases

Sometimes my heart swells
Sometimes my heart stops
Sometimes loneliness kicks in
And most of the time I dig it.

I dig 6 feet underground.
I drop my heart in and howl.

There's no looking back now.

We're both bad.
We've seen the devil and asked if we can have this dance with a smile.
Looking back at my life on the streets, the life that never left me.
Fist fights and blood, oldies and guns.
You seem to know me.
You look like me.

You traveled through a secret life that I want to unlock.
You took the other road to walk.
But when you talk your words sound like my memories.
You sound like you know low down *****
You sound like your calling them out.
Call me and tell me all about it.

I'll tell you all about it when I see you.
Stories about sleeping on floors,
Crying in front of shutting doors,
Beating a homie to the floor
For touching my body because we know it's yours.

Tell me about your hell.
And I'll let you into mine.
Tell your story with some heart
And I'll give you mine.

I took off my shoes and left the house.
I stood under the stars, under a thousand planets
And a million other galaxies.
I stayed silent as a billion glitter specks fell upon me.
They say it's just my heart  that needs to breathe.

I left my shoes in the middle of street and traded my tears for a beer.
I stared at a ceiling that was covered in plastic stars and cob webs.
Teary eyed by every moment that had just became my past
I turned to rest my head.
To my surprise I found my heart beside my bed.

I put on my shoes and packed my final bags.
I wrapped up my memories and stumbled upon a few regrets.
I threw out old fights and found that song you wrote once with a lovers breath.
I took the empty beer can to the trash.
I grabbed my hystrical and useless heart
And I drove off into the sunset
Like a nightmare that you can't forget.

What if I told you that I love you to death?
That I'm dying, baby, because this isn't it.
I'm giving up because you were not it
But I treated you like you were.
I threw my hands up for you
I let you across the river that cripples my own journey.
I let you lie next to me.
I let every word mean the world to me.
I let every lie comfort me.
And now all I do is cry because I can't believe it.
I can't believe how the weather changed.
I can't believe how cold it is.
I can't hear you but I see you.
I see you moving along
Moving on with the crowd that passes me by.
Waking across the dirt where I reside.
I see you pass me by without a second glance.
I was the only one who gave you a tenth chance!
And now I'm the only one I have.
Now there are multiple paths but  I'm afraid.
I'm terrified because there are different heart breaks before me and I have to choose one.
I have choose a different way to die.
I have to wake up and breathe and pretend that nothing makes me cry.
I have to pretend that other things matter more
And the more I think about it
The more I realize that I've been dying.
I've been crying
I've been to hell
I've been alone
I've been apologizing.
I've been waking as if i have somewhere to go.
As if there were someone waiting for me at home.
But I put key in the the door
Only to swing it open
And find a ghost.
I  find it haunting because I can hear your heart beating
But it's just noise to me.

It's a nightmare of a journey
Through the Rose Hills.
White roses cover death
Along side the 50mph ride.
We'll speed down the boulevard
Turning right, swerving left.
Drink some beer on Broadway,
Smoke some cigarettes at CVS.
Then I'll fill your heart with rose petals
And regret.
You grin and whisper gently
I'll meet you in Whittier at Sunset.

Lets muddle through Greenleaf
Under a cerulean sky.
I got lost in the time held in your eyes.
I stumble back to only trip into your disguise.
Only to drown in your lips and lies.
Dragging our souls to Hellman's and back,
I'll find you on Hadley letting the sun in,
Wilted in Whittier at sunset.

If there was any way to be
Oh, I would wrap my arms around you
I'd kiss your feet.
If there was a reason to look into your eyes
But they're cold, they're dark, they're empty
You're plainly blind.
You can see the trees and a breeze.
But when I'm standing right in front of you
You can't see me.

And we're old rain falling to the ground.
The rain is meaningless, don't make a sound.

I think that I am at my last wits.
Oh, I fought the battles and now I will give in.
And we'll go our separate ways and say
"I loved you once and one day it ain't the same"
And we'll meet in hell or some place.
I ask "how did you get here? It wasn't grace"
"Oh, I killed myself yesterday.
I was cold, dark, and angry, there was no other way"

I remember when we were once in love.
You told me about all the above.
And now those lies they sink like a ship.
My heart is cold and angry from what you've done to it.

If there was any way to be
Oh- I'd wrap my self around you
I'd lick your feet.
But those days are gone and over
I must move on.
It's sad
but the pain it settles
It last so long.

I don't understand myself anymore because of you.
I feel beautiful and ugly when I'm with you.
Every sound is louder
And every touch is heavy.
I don't know what to do with myself
Because I can this voice telling me to be cautious.
Step lightly.

I don't  know where I'm going in life.
And because of you I think about that.
That, hangs out in my mind tied to a knot.
It sways me back and forth
Empty and lifeless.
That thought feels like nine panic attacks.
It makes me sick.

And you make me want to forget about it all
And quit.
Run to the hills
And disappear into the deep end of the deep dark woods.
You make me want to run a thousands miles
And sky dive off a cliff.
You make me want sit back and let it happen.
Just to see what happens.

But, you know, I already know what happens.
I'll let you blow my brains out.
You can be my calm before the storm.
You're my tornado.
I'm the eye in the center of your storm.
We are in a single room.
Lying in a coffin made for Two.

My God, please scoot over.
There is not enough room.

I am a nightmare covered in dreams.
Covered in misty fantasies
And black leather sleeves.
Wild eyed, wild cries,
Try not to slip into the black abyss of demise,
Into the primitive kiss and grey of my eyes.
Sometimes I drown in the drip drip drop of my empty lies.
Sky diving into an empty dream.
Sometimes on cold autumn nights I like to venture into a familiar deja vu.
Suddenly I remember you.
You, who comes with familiar smiles and a familiar tongue.
He comes sorrow and suffer
And I remember to tip toe back into a fantasy.
Sometimes I voluntarly stroll into a recurring theme.
I wonder and weep
I can't sleep.
These daydreams feed me desire and I'm full of it.
I weary and all I  want to do is flee.

I'm pretty sure I can feel you're lips
Like a thousands mile per hour kiss.
The air I touch feels like your skin.
And I swear I think I can hear you whisper my name.
I can feel the snow that you're driving through
And the burn from the frozen wind is scalding my skin.
Any second you will walk through our door.
Any minute you'll grab me and throw me against the wall.
I love to see you smile.
in you're eyes I can see everything.
The future twinkles and I'm always in a daze.
I'm always in a daydream.
The butterflys are eating me from within.
I need to stop and remember to breathe.
You're my dream.
I can feel it in me. I can, I swear I can.
I will disturb the universe.
I will cross mountains
I will burn trees
I will go to you and fight everything.
Everything will be dark and beautiful.
Every day will be unforgettable.
Every fight will be enjoyable.
Every hug so meaningful
Every moment we'll be useful.
I can't wait any longer.
I can't eat.
I love you.

You know it feels  like a silent picture show now.
I see your lips moving but the sound does not come out.
My feet feel like walking but I'm sulking in this abyss.
Oh no, Doll, you lost what you once had.
Forget what I just said about that.
Cat eyes catch you lips.
The darkest, coldest, fever glimpse.
Cross your heart and go die
Don't you touch me, do not try.
Go catch a *** and don't come home
Because there is nothing sweet about being alone.
I got a match and I got your clothes
The things I've seen no one knows.
I never said a word about you, no.
But I'm worn down, sick, and full of loopholes.

I have this whole world that I want to share.
It doesn't sound like a lullaby but
Sometimes it feels like one.
Sometimes the sun sets at the perfect time and
Dawn begins to look like a rusty image of color.
It begins to set in and dissolve.
It pix-elates and creates an overdose that
Flat-lines and shapes the figures that come my way.  
You make me shift with every move you make.
There is something about the darkness that alleviates.
Something in the way you talk that makes my breath palpitate.

There is something in the air
And its setting across our universal states.
Dust seeps down on the miles that we found
Between us, I cant settle down now that it is dawn.
I want the drunken and drugged Queen's crown.
I want everything that is wrong,
Everyone that is alone singing this lullaby song,
I want every black tear that tears from that witch's heart.
I want a dry dreary summer to settle into and forget
Every bad dream, sad song, primal love, and every instinctual cheap bet.

You know,
When I woke up I did not remember dreaming.
I did not feel defeated by the rising of sun and
Everything that it encompasses in second.
I ate a lonely breakfast and reflected.

In a day,
I am the person who chooses misery over dispute.
Openly accepting each movement and action I meet.
Not once have I pushed against the grain in vain.
I made my coffee and drank it in peace.

In minutes,
I get lost in an infinite timeless thought.
I come face to face with inevitability and its sisters.
Bravely I encompass every thought and feeling
That is placed inconveniently in front of me.

In time,
I have become a stone wall against the storm.
I have learned to live with everything I see
And soon my voice will be a whisper in the wind.
Soon, I will be deterred and I will rise high

And then come down on it all
So very, very hard.

Lovely Sabrina
comes down so fast.
Wanting all her high.
Lying in the sun, she basks.
Oh, she was once the girl
Who hated this world.
Taking all the books,
Ripping all their covers off.
Now she takes it as it comes.
All as they are.
She "is" but not for long.

Empathy is a disease.
It's a mirror that you  always look into.
It is the situation that you are inherently bound to.
Empathy is asking for spare change on the corner of a street.

Empathy keeps you dedicated
Like a nun in it for the pearly gates.
It stamps a scar on your heart that can turn to hate.
Empathy is the cheapest coffin in the whole place.

Empathy encourages that charitable sorrow
That plagues the psyche with a bittersweet notion
Of unbearable understanding and sympathy.
Empathy is all alone, drinking wine and watching WWIII on the t. v.

We are mad as birds, in love in a dark home.
I wished I could be you.
In the drunken daze of submission with aggression,
in the Nicaraguan touch that has turned blue.
Touched by the cold trained tongue that you have become.

Both of us not right in the head.
Both of us not quite ready for bed.

You sit high on your thrown these days.
I weep for apologies at your feet and
I wish for months for your gilded heart
To take some time and remember me.
I remember in the beginning you were not so mean.

Both of us have made our bed
Both of us will die in it.

Words are ****.
I love words.
If you were a word I'd marry you.
I'd write you over and over and have *** with you.
Ill use my tongue a lot because that's what **** words like.
They like to roll against my tounge like a french kiss.
French words don't roll off my tongue.
The English words have run a muck.

Now that the night has arrived
It feels right to glide into it.
To give up the fight
And the daily draining
Of my soul into the sun.

It seems right to hear the cars
Zipping by.
Florescent lights as a gentle sight.
The twinkle, glitter of the sky
And the breathe that is not quite a sigh.

The bushes sway right to left
While the wind works like a caress.
It kisses and commands everything it interacts with.
And everything around it works with it.
And everyone here likes to go with the flow of this life.

I am color blind.
I see dead people that look alive.
I see a dream
That’s deeper than an ocean.
I see kids playing while they still can.
Before that American dream
destroys their youth and
Crushes their soul.
Before they become anti-social
And dull
And afraid to jump,
Afraid to take a chance.
I see the youth being told
That the world is scary,
Everyone wants to **** you
Or steal you,
**** you
And drill you,
Break your heart,
Tell you
"You’re not that smart".
I see the kids while they are still kids.

I hear California dreams.
A living obnoxious lullaby,
A living nightmare
That is shared by you and me,
And we wait for the change
That is only found within one another.
We wait for someone to save us
From the nightmare that has become a pester
And a seamlessly ever lasting fear.

So, please dear, just for me,
Just do it.
“**** it”
You’re gonna regret and forget it anyway.
Both are bound to happen.
I forget a lot of things I regret
It’s all irrelevant to the time and the position of the sun.
It depends on our mood.
It takes shape from our experiences
And our darkest secrets.

My secrets are pearl white.

We don't say much.
But we know each others words
and we both have  a way with them.
Silence doesn't say much,
Yet its presence is deep felt.

We'll meet at the end of the street
In the dark shadows covered by aging leaves
And studded by light aged stars.
You remind me that we were their dust.
That we will become someone else's dust.

I didn't say much.
But we both know what will come next.
The words don't mean much.
We both have a way with them.

It's this feeling that is drilling
Calling me to come
And i hear it loud.
It rings to me
It sings to me.
It doesn't see
my situation
and the  complication
of these feeling and
where you and me
end up- near a street.

Don't dream about summer
In the winter.
The Fall wasn't that bad.
But now the Spring
Is longer.

I am a condition.
I am a state.
I am a situation.
I am especially an Un-
Favorable,
Unfortunate one.

Hey boy,
What are you screaming my name for?
You know I don't feel right.
Don't wanna go out tonight.
So why don't we move on?
While the sun is still young.
My friends they are gone.
I'll meet up with them
Sometime.

                                  When the sun is gone.
                                     These days are too long.
                                        And when the stars sway
                                          I guess I'll see you some other day.

Hey man,
Why are you saying my name wrong?
I thought we were just fine
Turns out it was a big lie.
So why don't I move on?
While we are still young.
Since all my friends are gone.
I'll find some other ones
Someday.

You make it look so clean
And easy.
It looks so good
That I wish I could.
But you look so high,
I wanna try it twice.
You look so mean,
I wish we could get clean.

I close my eyes
and now your walking by.
And you look so good
I wish I could.
When he looks at me
realization of a color coded sea.
And I feel so high.
Someday I'll make you mine.
We look so neat,
I wish we could be clean

The Old witch,
She howls at a moon
that don't shine down.
With silver rings
And magic things
She can't live down.

She sits in her room
and thinks
"I'm to young to be this old"

One year it was too much.
I got down on my knees,
"Oh lord won't you please,
Make the second year a little more fun?"
I caught you in my bed
So why are my hands red?

What in the world are you running from?
You had a bad day and now you're on the run.
And nobody told you that love wasn't fun.
Suddenly you don't give a ****.

Here we are again.
A million thoughts rush my head.
Everything is the same,
Just another day.
And you'll never change.
You will always be the same.
Yea, that ride was fun but honey
I've had enough.

Why in the world am I staying for?
You did it again and you did it before.
And nobody told me that love wasn't fun.
Suddenly I don't give ****.
Suddenly you don't give a ****.
Suddenly no one gives a ****.

Do not give a procrastinator
Time, ever -they will never use it.

"Don't wake up a woman in love. Let her dream, so that she does not weep when she returns to her bitter reality"
— Mark Twain*

You sue me for the kinds of things that bug you
baby-doll.
Sitting around and drinking the kinds of beer that please you
baby-doll.
The world is on fire and it does not phase you
baby-doll.
This is so wrong, why do you feel so right
baby-doll?

I don't think I love you anymore.
To many beers and tears.
And you're right all the time
And everything is yours.
Do what you want
baby-doll.

What a beautiful man you are
baby-doll.
In your eyes I once saw the world
baby-doll.
But your wrong and I am right.
Use your strong hand to cause my life plight.
Smash the windows baby-doll
If it makes you feel alright.

“She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.”
- Sylvia Plath*

The evening is so dull.
Too many plain words can describe this night.
I think I just might become her or she
Might already be a part of me.
My eyes crawl over her perfected letters.
Together, they all read so divine.
She is so divine it affects me.

Divinity swells my eyes.

I should care more about tonight.
A night like this will never come again.
In heaven I will be dreaming about this night
As I squalor in gods light.In hell it will be my happy place
As the fire blisters swell.
As the devil hovers over my made bed.
While his demon breath caresses my neck.

I can hear words.
Coming in from the west and settling
******* my chest.They weigh my heart down.
Tonight is heavy.
Tonight is the only night.