The venom
sinks in, deeper and deeper
the veins constrict
the heart races then fades
To keep up is impossible
it spreads quickly
Just as fire ravages fields
it burns through the body
paralyzing every limb
shortness of breath
the world silences
in a breath, it stops, the world stops
for one person
for many
for everyone
what is this, this is not death
This venom, is not from
any snake, no reptile to be found
it is human
it is a human torture
Sometimes over so quickly
but the aftereffects last forever
and ever
'till death do us part

Is it venom

or is
it


*Love

I
can't                  breathe
but
I
can't                  die

An urban cowboy wanders his concrete jungle, unable to take his mind off of something... or rather, someone. Those thoughts and feelings, all tracing back to her; the one that he was sure was the one, right from the start. For years, he trailed in her path, trying to fix the turmoil while staying upon his own stallion.
  
    Such a simple idea, that stallion. Just a word, lost in most hearts. Gone, without a trace. But... For those, where it remains... It tortures. Torments. Causes pain, only to vanish again. It's a stallion... Unbroken, impossible to train but by the best. Cantering wildly, in the fields of the mind and the soul; causing havoc, clashing mind and heart together.

   But there's another. Waiting, drifting from shadow to shadow. Wallowing in sorrow, relying on nostalgia and fleeting glances of what it could be. Struggling with self-hatred, only to learn to hate more. Not given a second thought, no chance given to prove herself. Wanting to escape.... Fly away, free of a body, a drifting soul in the night. The only thing acting as a thread... The one person that pulls her together while tearing her apart. A paradox in such a complex feeling.

I never realized just how much I can be me in the water.

When I put my head under, the world goes completely silent for a while.

I can choose to think about things, or to not think at all, and focus on every little detail of how I move.

All of my worries go away, all I have worry about is getting to the wall to turn and go again.

When I'm swimming, nothing matters anymore. I'm free of responsibility, I'm free.

Sincerity

I must praise those who talk to me
I must believe that what is wrong is wrong
I must understand what is said to me

But how?
Things have been told as lies,
Things have been misunderstood.

My childhood is past, and now I must realize.
What is done, is done.
I can not turn the clock around.

Why must we stand here and wait?
The sincerity is true.
Everything else is a lie.

The Outside is Silent,
The Person's World becomes
Their Own.

Again Press Play,
An image begins to form.
Belonging to everyone else,

The Silence is deafening.
The Music blares,
A person becomes

Absorbed.
Everything else disappears,
As the world is painted with

Their own style.
The song changes,
As then does the canvas.

Colors swirl, become one
Then they form
Another creation.