I'd love to take a moment to

        -JUST ******* BREATHE-

but I can't sit and wait
while they sharpen their knives...
They sharpen their knives.

Every ******* moment that passes,
and we wait.

We wait.
For what??

Waiting for someone else to come along?
Take the reigns?
Maybe a set of more capable hands will save us
from our own responsibility...

Meanwhile, the seconds tick by,
each one cutting deeper than the former.

It could be we don't deserve this place,
and I'm not inclined to disagree.

The question remains:
do we run,
fight back,
or let it burn

so that we might be reborn anew from the ashes?
Don't drink and read the news, kids. lol
Sorry to bother you
but I just have to say,
you bear a striking resemblance
to someone I knew once...

Were you there?

Were you there?
Probably not, but I confess

that it's refreshing to see
such familiar eyes on a strange face.
I'd drink it all in
if it wasn't probably laced.

Give it time.

I'll build up an immunity,
maybe even an affinity.
I'll drink your poison,
convince myself it's medicine,

If I could only get a proper dose.
A spontaneous poem I threw together off the top of my head.

Trying to work on not thinking so much about what I write and just tapping into the stream of consciousness.
I want to yell and to scream
But my lungs won't hold air
My eyes would flow like a stream
But there's no water there

And the days pass me by,
Though there's not many left
Can only breathe deep and sigh
Hold tight all that's left, bereft.
Alone, in an unfamiliar country, on the verge of homelessness, missing the friends I consider family.

Trying to work on my lyric writing ability, hope to come back to this and expand on it one day.
****!

******* ****.

******* ******* crippling depression

F  U  C  K  !
Drifting beneath the waves,
The water lifts me like a stone.
Holds me in a soft embrace
As if to carry me home.

Just a piece of sand, ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.

Closing my eyes, I lose myself
To the rushing in my ears.
Leaving behind my earthly shell,
Let the world fade and disappear.

Just a piece of sand, ride the tide.
Find a beach in which to hide.
Cast ashore, let the foam
bury my past and wash away my bones.
Every day
Waking up in the same place
Same path
Same endless repetitions
A life I never wanted
Or dreamed of

But if I can hold on
Scrounge for meaning
Give myself a reason to drag my body to the end

I'll wake in the winter
Find the world's hard edges
Softened by a fresh blanket of snow

And live again

— The End —