This hushed wind brings about a smaller piece of perpetual silence
Swayed by the similarities of tree leaves and people
Life ahead of a dawn regarded to wake nonentities
Reminded not of the deafening undertones inside a mind
Forlorn versifier levy the elegiac deterioration
A trepanation of dreary memoirs too sore
to cull a pain so congenial.

Life seems a responsible suicide.

© 2012

The mirror, consistent bystander, a defiled savior that returns
An arid eyeful of the misery masquerading in skin
The promises, unturned in the ragged nails
Of hands amongst the worn blades, desiccated with blood.
Night prefaced by sleep endeavors to hold a zephyr to never wake
Keeping a window parsed with misguiding lexis when solitary
Escapism writes itself on panes in palls of a routed exhale
The walls, sordidly stained with parody of preaching truths
Openhanded to the sheer erosion of missing self-misuse
And as the dawn reveals the path out redemption's door
The fetter of morning's mourning reminds its prisoner of its tethered grip.

©  2013

When was the last time you breathed?
Staring from the surface-
All the color in those cheeks,
where is that pristine glow?
I must've fallen asleep-
Dazed in obedience
Just to keep you alive,
Sprawled blue across the floor.

... it's still colder...
... than your smile...
As I lie safely tucked beside,
Your cold skin pierces mine.

All the pieces set in place
But ever too blind my eye
I can bear all the blame, but
Death, it was just a child.

© 2012

Curtains dry the atonement of the night.
The soul saved coveted by the greedy walls
As if no mark could rune a salvation's whisper.

Final promise to lie down in stiff limbs,
Succumbed to halogen heavens high.
Strained dry eyes link blinding halos.

Fibers cradle a dry, dark dissertation.
Ceramic plates contour new shape
As it stains anew with ebbed contempt.

It's been so long since I've bled.

© 2012