After the red sky charred and the moon lit the sky. I felt a wave of  exhaustion push close my eyes. I felt the waves drag me into The dream weavers caverns. As my body twisted and turned they wove a tapestry of my scattered thoughts around me. All my wishes and all my wish-nots strung together into a silky magical cloth. They hung it over my shoulders. It was weightless. If I tossed it would surely fly. They tugged on my gift, drifting me me from star to star till the moon dropped and faded away. They all kissed me goodbye and floated to space with the rise of skys first morning rays

I've spent a month
tying down memories of you.
But every moment my mind is resting,
ideas of you come creeping in with scissors,
and snip the bindings when I'm not looking.

Suppressed desires come tumbling out,
as if nothing has changedl
as if you are still there,
as if you are still a possibility.

I thought I was getting better.
I had distractions.
I practiced logic.
I lingered in the pain you caused me.
But as I fell into my pillow last night I decided that the exhaustion was worth it.
That was until you came waltzing into the one place where I have no control.

Like a disobedient child,
My psyche snuck you in the minute I turned my back,
and the two of you danced together all night long.
I was powerless.

So I am left in the morning,
with a crumbling wall,
and false memories of you.

Eyes that shun the light of day
They close and just can't stay
Awake

When the night has vanquished day
My eyes may close but always stay
Awake

sleepless nights
         incur frightful
terrors
            locked in torpidity
as anxiety
           dashes up the sheets
i practice
                this waltz with death
  unsuccessfully

a crash course is the best way to learn;
describe the world in ways I cannot understand, and I
will do my best to undo the hinges underneath your skin.
chase the shadows until they leave you alone,
your heart skips like a record, off beat
stuck on a loop but let it rest a minute.
Don't **** my vibe this early in the night,
wait at least until my skin crawls and my shoulders cramp up in my sleep
test  me a few more times and I just might snap
my shell is only so thick;
you're cooking up a storm but I intend to stir the ***
if you find me on my knees, you'd best bet
i've got a knife up my sleeve
best to just leave it alone;
a rolling stone gathers more speed
the nearer it gets to its target.