i'm in an abyss
a hopeless sea
my tiny vines have escaped me
they reach to strangle
they reach to be
their reaches fail colossally
weeping grapes surpass their will
and release a stream that overfills
it kills the natives
it kills their foes
their drowning bearings decompose
the matter fills the deepened gorge
the water slowly is absorbed
i struggle to refrain my sick remains
from losing what i must sustain

Stop making my nose water
I am already feeble
I talk to you expecting response
O great life nothing
You overlook me without realization
selfishly expecting me to cut you slack that
others oblige literally as I once did
I flee half-heartedly
my scythe too dull
A lively current has entered me
A bramble sided stream
teaching me fluidity and unworthiness
and that reaching to the thorny stems
may be a test of my strength
All the drawn blood
markers to restep my past
All the fresh wounds
trials to test O great life nothing's silent passings

******* crack rocks
blubbering baby
friends with guns
what's this lately
lack of response
suddenly favoring
fear of own self
psychedelic scenery
combining danger
in sanctioned blades
kindly handed to
in earthly glades

In the absence of light
taken from the trees
I revel at an iris
of hominidal means.
It has some hair and a nose,
both darkened and sullen,
and a mouthful of woe, anger
and rebellion.
Across the crabgrass field is a cow
who turns the other way,
retreats to the shed,
while the face is snuffed by the dark
then is dead.

level the weight upon my shoulders
it seems the left's askew.
pluck the demon from my skin
commence remission of my sin.

if inanimate objects had eyes
they'd see us tell 1,000 lies.
and in those lies they could tell
which of us would go to hell
and those of which that went to hell
were not the ones to live and tell
what its like inside the Devil's spell
because once inside the Devil's spell
you'll be dragged deep and well under
in the depths of flame and wrath
and die amongst the wicked thunder.

there's something about how a clock-tick
of one milli-second
can send chills down my spine.
suddenly its another day lived
and how to some people this is the ultimate
blessing from the almighty
or maybe a dreadful curse sent from below.
tell me why there is this systematic
completion of 24-hours
or how no one feels older on their birthday.
no difference in time can sway me
except the darkness that begins to fill my
window as the sun goes down
ripping the light from my iris
and the good from my heart.