We're in the cellar
Aging with the wine
Building a well
With bottled water
So far underground
And scared again
Signs from heaven
Please form an orderly line

1
Borrowed boots carried him lightly
To the Mule Neck Glade
Where the dawn star rising
Cut like a damascene blade.

2
Borrowed boots carried him lightly
To the Mule Neck Spinney
Where the dawn fire’s reflection
Burned like an acid Jinnee.

3
Borrowed books carried him lately
Through a mare’s nest of days
Till the cryptorium’s meek updraft
Smashed his kennings to a craze.

4
Burrough’s books stick like court plasters
To the Tourette’s sufferer’s face
Where irruptions of night terrors
Stitch their goggle-eyed trace.

5
Bare bones faithfully uncovered
One last forgiving needle
Our final view upon Ascension -
The Analysis of Beetles!

There is a ocean of tears between us, these feelings I should have outgrown.
On a life boat I still rock towards you
My paddle weighted, it has turned to stone.
My mind screams with the truth
It's melodic and rhythmic
My heart unable to comprehend Blindly, It ignores these soothing tones.
I still crave every taste of you
Emotions severed, I get pulled in all directions, my souls completely torn.

Passion in a tug of war.

I know I should move on
These magnetic feelings I caught
I looked for the positivity, the negativity I constantly fought
Your breath I still continually feel
It rewinds in my mind, it's a nightmarish reel. No matter how I try and wash your sweet scent from me
Your touch, still burn my skins thought.

I know that it's over, i cannot rip at this band aid, as much as I don't want to miss your touch
These feelings has become my second skin, it's still painfully raw.

I will forever love you,
I hate myself for having these thoughts
Yet I'm stuck in the quicksand of time
I fall to my knees, happiness locked within me, the key I misplaced as darkness decend
I feel it in my core, I instantly then realise,
This condition, has no exit door.