I wonder what you're looking at
seeing as we've never met
do you dream as do I?
of cloudless minds and wordless skies
is it too much to presume
that you stare at the moon
or count the stars one by one
what is it you do for fun
is laughter always on your lips
would your smile launch a thousand ships
when all it takes is one
to set sail around the sun
tell me how you spend your days
does melancholy come in waves?
do you sleep with hope or sorrow
and will we ever meet tomorrow
truth be told I know little of
you, your heart or even love.

I could write nonsensical
and make the words not rhyme at all
but would you read my ramblings
and consider me insane?
for spilling thoughts from my brain
Would you care to hear me talk?
if I spoke like a fork
Or would a spoon be easier to swallow?
if it was full of smiles
Tell me, am I terrible or knife?
the cost of admittance is worth the price
Does a placemat stack against the vocabulary at my disposal?
maybe I should consider your proposal
to live a coherent life
to colour within the lines
I am a crayon box of imagination
excuse me for drawing on the walls.

// There are ****** objects
objects designed as *** aids
women for whom *** is paid
then there's you
you who has been used
you who was abused
they stole something that wasn't theirs
what insurmountable cost is it to repair??
they ***** you
but they didn't break you
your spirit is in tact
they can never take that
all they see are your curves
they look they purve
craving forbidden fruit
they don't know the truth
they don't know you
they want the package
when it's the contents that matter
if they only knew the damage
it does to the latter
if only they knew
I know
I see
ICU //

She grabbed a can from off the shelf
the only plan to save her health
to get so drunk she could forget the pain
she drowned it once now she will drown again
pulling the only ring she will ever receive
still can't figure out why he had to leave
tipping her neck the amber crawled inside her
the sweet sprawl of ice-cold cider
who needs a man when you've got alcohol
swimming seductively within your soul
man shes glad she didn't breed
all she needs is this bad seed.

I am vacant with my desires
somewhat complacent with what I admire
would a loaf of bread suffice
to hold court beneath the knife
to fill a void to play a part
bread fills the belly not the heart
so I’m left with fleshly urges
my body numb as mind it purges
repetition has become my means
a driven madness by routine
I told myself it all shall pass
but I’ve yet set sight on last
a machine is what I’ve become
a madness beating the same drum
a bandleader I am not
I’m just the words that you forgot
you left them here for me to read
on your pastures I gently feed
but what is a man without a mind of his own
what can he reap if his seed wasn’t sown
I will tell you of the weeds that weave
and the words he has that do deceive
a storyteller I’ve become
now my heart has been rendered numb
an ancient vessel who’s lost its way
the winds blow north as the sun does fade
so it’s said that he does sail
towards the sunset where words they fail.