I feel assaulted,
*****,
when you intertwine our eyes
in long glances
of dark,
somber
nothings.

An animal is what I am,
with fangs that bite too deep.
Awake at night, and too possessed
to get a wink of sleep.

Amused by chasing freedom
from feeling what is real.
I would go to any length,
I'd make a Devil's deal.

Corrupted and conflicted,
until I find my friend.
He's killing me, and ripping me
apart from every end.

Smoke is curling up inside.
Noise is somewhat dull.
Silent moving pictures streaming
softly in my skull.

I think the ground is quaking.
My eyes are dry as sand.
The carpet feels like metal scraping flesh
upon my hands.

Shaking within cavities
I thought did not exist.
My temperature from cold to hot,
I'm fiending for the bliss.

I wish the things I felt right now
would wound me to my grave.
But fantasies of you inside my veins
is what I crave.

I've sobered up and looked
upon my arms, who seem to yearn.
A distant scream inside my heart
tells me I'll never learn.

A bag, a spoon, a spark, a *****
and now I'm turning blue.
Blue death inside my bones and skin,
an animal for you.

Who I am
is like
painting
a canvas of
void.

Unaware of color or conflict.

Unsure of significance or emotion.

Blossoming flowers
drip on faces
and cover all the rest.

I sit, I stand.

I gawk at this strange blank canvas.

Seeing beauty, and courage.
Strength, ambition.
Diligence and fervor.

Empty the water cans sit.

Cold, dry brushes in my hands.

A query glistens on my brow.

Kaleidoscopes of beauty
within.

Breaking into patterns and dancing like wildfires in the wind.

This canvas is filling with thought and purpose.

Empty the water cans sit.

Crater filled with endless dust
Full of nothing, full of rust,
Never ending, but it must,
Deeper down and down.

Leaving grass too far behind,
Somewhere no one else can find,
The ones who crave loneliness pine,
for the remoteness of this place.

Why is it always dark?
Not a sun to set or the quickest spark?
Only lonely--a treeless park,
A grave for distant sunlight.

Making happy seem not right.
Celebrate a starless night.
In cherished darkness, the cold can bite,
in the depths of this caldera.

Maybe something happened there,
A distant fight, an unknown lair,
incomplete and crumbled--the pair.
And waiting for some sun.

But for now let's ignore this awful place,
And forget we ever saw a trace.
An unsolved mystery, a closed case.
We'll erase the crater who lies.

The chair is empty sitting there.
It stares at me with pity.

The chair is empty sitting there.
It seems so lost and sad.

The chair is empty sitting there.
Broken, twisted--cracked.

The chair is empty sitting there.
No one dares to sit.

The chair is empty sitting there.
Without it's old companion.

The chair is empty sitting there.
I stare at it for days.