You sat for awhile on the horizon,
but then you vanish without saying a word.
Your light was gone, it was darkness on my sight and inside my world.

The moon came and touched my blind eyes.
Along with her stars, I opened my heart and realize.
You knocked on to my chained doors like a sunrise that destroyed the dawn.
Yet you walk away and vanish on the horizon like a sunset that dives unto oblivion.

You showed me everything when you held me with your light and warmed me up with your touch.
Now you left me in the darkness waiting in vain with your uncertain hush.

You are my love but I can’t just bear the blindness in me and dwell in the dark with your uncertainties.

You are my madness and can be my sadness, but I’ll be over you soon all for my sanity. ♥️

It is too late -
The thick stench of sin has set root in my marrow
And my bones have begun to rot.

I can feel myself breathing blood,
So I crane my neck until I hear a bone snap.

I try and try to run to the toothless moon
Spilling screams and red satin,
But the long hallway leads nowhere.

A wolf at heart,
I rip the tainted skin from my fingertips
And breathe life through the wound.

I wish I could see God
Falling from his mighty perch

Just as I see the devil
In the stained marble of my bathroom sink.

My heart couldn't handle it
If I tried to form a new relationship.
Me and People
We don't get along.

There is a constant lingering taste of
Deceit
Rejection
Pain.

I'm separated, detached from
Love
Kindness
Happiness.

In my mind, I think
'Was it me? Was it them? Was it true?'
I no longer trust me mind

Is my perception real?
Do I see what I want to?
Do I fabricate the glances and comments?
Or was it all there?

Am I as bad as they say I am?
Maybe, I'm inherently evil.
Destined to be hated by man.
Destined to be alone.

My solitude drives me mad
Loneliness kills my spirit.

If you wanna be a writer
Write

If you wanna be a good one
don't get yourself a cozy, comfy,
warm, clean studio. Just don't.
It won't help you, it'll do the opposite.

If you wanna be a great one
be a wanderer, do more living than
writing, break rules and laws and
glasses and bottles and heads and
lots of hearts

If you wanna be an outstanding one
break yourself

If you wanna be godlike
join the gods
There's a shotgun in the corner

all my sadness falls away and so do my senses
i'm feeling pretty senseless
my mouth is pretty reckless
my tongue is doing dances and there's a weight that's been lifted
clothes are being shifted
i'm feeling pretty gifted

This happened before.
Your eyes. Your world.
Your lust. Your lies.
This happened before.
Your heart. Your hurt.
Your best. Your worst.
This happened before.
Your taste. Your scent.
Your loss. Your win.

One could say, I have a taste
for the familiar.
Grace, is still waiting alone,
for me to see my mistakes.

but

I see the shapes.
I see the forms.
I dip my toes in the destruction.
I fail, to be reborn.