Reality is rigid, sometimes too much so
And so I long to bend it.
I find relief in darkness
In a world where you are you,
But you are for me.

Is it wrong? Is it contemptible?
I care not; this bliss transcends the subconscious.
Yet, I hurt when the real you appears.

And if your heart can’t be mine…
I’ll be content with my counterfeit.
And dream on; for a day where we may be.

Why do I have to be lucid
Present
Together
Because all I really want
Is to let go of reality
Get so high I could never come down
Drink until I can't feel anything
Let my body go numb
And my mind soar
Away from all
The ****

when I died
I did not sense or feel myself
leave the body
I was just inside
and then outside
there was no sense of time
of pain
of anything other than conscience
there were no walls, no pressure
no sky or ground
no sea or wind
only thought and light
as I've never known
and then
I was not dead
all had returned
all that I had suddenly despised
blinked back in
and to miss death less
I simply wrote it off
as a beautiful nightmare

memories
full of wonder
and light
filled my mind
and sense of sight
those were
the dreams
in my imagination
a whole new world
in another dimension

It is in moments like these that I dream of you.

Why is it that I miss you most

When we are together?

You are like the edges of a broken bottle;

I want to pick you up,

And think that I can see through you.

But you slice through the pad of my finger

So blood beads, salty and warm

Sliding down skin

And falling into nothing.