The clockhands spin,
‘Round and ‘round,
Trapped forever
In an endless cycle of chase and capture,
Flee and chase,
Chase and capture.
‘Round and ‘round
In an endless dance
That lasts long after the hands stop moving.
The hands will spin for eternity,
A backdrop to Life.

The little lamb totters around on unsteady legs,
Pretending
That its limbs are sure and strong.
It diverts from the flock,
Frolicking and prancing around in the mud.
Oh! What’s this? Grass! Green grass!
Better grass!
It charges forward, fast as its scrawny,
Spindly legs can go.
The lamb’s almost there, when
BLAM!

Silly lamb.
There’s a wall there, you know.
No matter how hard you try,
You won’t get pas—
Oh. You did.

The lamb munches happily on this new grass.
It finishes and looks around.
It bleats in alarm when it sees
How far the flock has gone.
It bleats again, charges forward…
BLUNK!

Stupid lamb.
The wall’s gone and sealed itself.

KUNK!
THWUNK!

It won’t reopen.
Stupid, stupid lamb.

Luminous!
she is just luminous
with ready smile
and laugh
no one knows
that underneath
she is dying
on the inside
black as coal
is her soul
my dear
my love
my daughter
always was
destined for slaughter

With light feet, you trace the inside of your home
You forget that you are there to stay, and wander
You look up doll eyed, and wonder
Your head is so empty, completely floating
You lose yourself in the dreaming world.
You are so flighty, taken away on light a breeze
Your only aim in spoken by the heart
You know nothing of solid things
You have no idea of anything
You girl, you girl
Nothing is real in your world.
You've baked too long in the sun
Mind soaked too long in smoke
All is soft where you stay,
All is painted up and just to keep your concentration
You do nothing but feel and use your eyes.
All you can do is look, look, look,
Look on and smile, with a helpless little mind.

I asked if you still love me
And you just looked away and sighed
I asked you why you didnt love me
And you just said it was nothing
So all I want to know is why
But you don't have the guts to tell me anything

I roll up your sleeve
And see your heart
Burned into your skin

You roll up mine
And see the scars
Left from year's past

We smile at each other
And kiss the other's flaws
Loving what makes us different

Middle of the night outside of the bar,
No one with me,
Other than the dead cellphone in my pocket.
This isn't where I should be,
But it gave me time to think,
And I came to the conclusion,
That it had been far too long since I'd felt so alive.