Inflatable bride march,
Plastic enormous,
Stoical hens,
Mystery "pleasures".

straddling between heaven and hell
stood a tall figure - face sewn into a smile
he looked at me as chills danced down my spine
flummoxed, he told me
i'm taking you tonight

Nothing to feel
One foot in the grave
Tired and weak
Let go of all dreams

Sleepless
Tired
Dying
Extinguish

Days never end
Mustn't all life someday fade?
Meaning(less)
Empty and cold, I am

Sleepless
Tired
Dying
Extinguish

Biding my time till Void I do become
Dissonant waves carry my husk through rivers of time
In the waters of Nihil, grim hopelessness ahead
Take comfort in knowing that all life must end

Sleepless
Tired
Dying
Lifeless
Extinguished

-What do ghosts and black out have in common?
-It's a very odd mix with some very good timing.
-like the all is the one and the one is the none
-or like when the bell tolls deep in yo' soul; it echoes
-like after all the drama you're on your way home
-"now before I ask you this please keep in mind
-I've walked this earth before your people created time
-I've led billions of souls and lost some along the way
-Speaking to different walks, they all had the same to say
9-"mr reaper please leave me alone, I cant believe my names in stone
-cuz i have to show Tommy right from wrong
-and Mary's learning how to keep the bloodline strong
-I'm a father of 2 and husband of twenty
-I know I can't go since my namesake's filthy
-it took a life time to break it and another just to fix it"
-"so time is what you need, yet time is what you're out of.
-as we go with this flow think, what's your namesake made of"

The wink of the moon is a forgiving description,
The locks of your hair, brittle and worn,
Every tomb you forebear has a decaying inscription,
Your empty touch can drive even the most stoic to mourn.

Unconsidered by nature, but naturally torn,
The weight you must bear is never applied,
Vengeful at your mention, and your destruction they've sworn,
With the strength of cyanide, but your effects shall never subside.

You keep your fair distance,
Through your eyes you see no favorite,
Sickness plagues all at your mere insistence,
You're a people watcher, a natural behaviorist.

I can't avoid or dismiss you my love,
But Death, my fair maiden, there's not an hour you go undreamed of.

"You sure do smile alot"
The birds always say
"You betcha"
I reply with a smile

But open my purse
And ask for a nurse
Because it's filled to the brim
Sorry if this is too grim
But my purse is a house for razor blades

Tripping over
a mountain
of paper
filled with manic
ramblings
to the grim
reaper
or to Venus

Who could tell?

There is not a big
difference between
love and
hell

I laid here last year in this very bed with these very sheets and I could feel my throat closing around everything I've ever wanted to say

I could feel the heat on my cheeks, radiating from inside and pressing out to the surface, trying to warn others that there was a deep, burning hell within my mind

This time last year I sat in the shower, the steam and water acting as a thunderstorm and fog

My vision was blurry and all I could see was a drop of blood trickle down my wrist and the shower floor tint pink

I laid here last year with the thoughts of black roses and a scythe waiting to pull me through the loop that played in my head

Now I lay here this year, in this very bed with these very sheets and all I can see are colored flowers and warm faces and nights filled with so much love I never deemed possible

I can feel my body tire, not of life but of the day and I can feel my stomach flutter at the thought of a future

And just last year I could've sworn nothing would make me feel as much as those blades but nothing quite feels as good as loving and living your life