I saw some old friends
Shared old jokes, old memories
All to make new ones

Re-listening to this music
To find some hidden melody
And rip meaning from its depths

All I can do now,
Is a minor distraction.
My brain is too loud

Electricity
My flesh hums in anticipation
I'm completely
Losing
My mind
Literally shaking
My intelligence goes
Out the window
Very
Very
Quickly
Until all that remains
Is the desire
    for
        your skin
            on
                mine.

With time on my wrist
It now creeps
Crawls, not cruises

Slow moving sap of
Eternity marching onward
Forward little ants, forward

Such small life
What can I
Possibly
Change?

Fear in the morning
Feelings fly, flapping and free
Bat-like emotions

Most days I forget

That I have black ink marking
The top
Of my thigh

But the days I remember

I touch the
Thickened five stripes
Separate, just below this mark

Reminding me
That the insanity of a past self
Craved the caress of
Sharpened
Metal
More than the memory
That mark
Created