Brash as a wave
Is your verbose overbearance;
A noise box without a crank,
Just spit and sputter;
Have no breaks.
A false embrace
To make a step towards
What you said you wanted
Because a train on a track
Stops at nothing
Without a destination.

I have to confess,
When I feel your skin
I picture someone else;
When I look in your eyes
I look at my reflection
And question
My intentions
Wondering if I’ll
Ever have the strength
To admit disingenuity.

Puckering lips begging
To be held by another pair,
And mine have no desire
They just blankly stare.
I find more romantic fulfillment
From a pillow late at night
Than your arms
Intertwining within tangled sheets
And fake smiles.

Is this the ****** of the story?
Or did I just finish you again
Because I’m so dry
That I can’t tell why I even
Give you my time or attention.
We’re disingenuous acquaintances,
Not even lovers,
Not even friends,
We’re just here
We’re just convenient
And I think I’m finally spent.

Some days I feel like an empty shell
A dead man walking the depths of hell

I try so hard to feel something there
But its all empty, nothing but cold and fear

I am a stranger trapped in my own skin
There's something dark crawling from within

I look inside to find out whats wrong
Turns out I've lost myself for so long

Didn't even notice what was missing
Felt all lost and aching,
Why and what though?
These are questions that needs answering...

Some days I don't feel like moving,
But as they say,
If you're already in hell, just keep going.

Can you Hear it?
Can You Feel it..
Steel Bow
Pulled Hard
Across
Philosophers
Stone

Granulated
Crystal Surface
Wet
With
Sharpened
Desire

******* of
Preparation

Tremor of Infinity

NEW
Meaning
For
An
Ancient
Art