love is like a nourishing flame
that I chooses to endure
a star dead from the start
moving towards infinite suicide

I frantically search for that thin line of horizon
where the sea breaks from the sky
but the sun burns my vision
and instead I'm left with a blurry heart.

While waking and sleeping in this electric pain
I dream for our ashes
hoping that one day we'll be light enough for me to blow us away
and start over somewhere with only enough of me left for myself.

It's hard to believe we live  in a time when people make arrangements for their own deaths, buying up plots like they're buying mattresses.
We give up our lives so hastily, and create small deaths for ourselves in our day to day actions.
And all I can do is watch and wait as the cemeteries grow older and greener.

The colors change, but i never do.
The butterfly has no memory of crawling towards itself
Never questioning its transformation It lives ITS DAY
flying into the sunset with the sunrise on its back.
And I know i would give up all those years in the shadow of a dark knowledge to feel one day of that warmth
as the colors fill my lungs,
And i realize there is peace in drowning.

i sit here staring into empty space

feeling the absence of the void
makes me feel more alone

i sit here staring at the wall
watching the calendar play executioner
as it hangs the days.

hearing the clock moving in circles
never hitting the same place twice

always changing in circles
while i'm forced to walk the straight path
where the cliff awaits,
absent of a void beneath it.

because i exist i will one day have to exit
Who can find peace in it will go out with style
Others will waste their time writing or singing about it
Helping to keep the earth in constant motion
Until we are all dizzy with art burying the dead.