I'm weeding,
cutting these emotions
from the roots beneath.
I'm heated
while the sun is burning me.
Indigo, where do I go?
We go
as far as we can
from the low.
The low is your ghost
awaiting the host.
Wading from what's
waiting below.
Storm reigns
to take away our pain.
We drown and die
in the name
of the higher place.
Overdosing, overthinking.
I'm sinking
and you're winking
on my way downward.

I find myself
questioning what comes after,
the eyes roll back
and the lids stay closed.
I find myself
looking for the hereafter
tripping over bones.
Reflections staring back at
my soul,
as if there's something wrong.
I find myself
on the other side,
can't seem to coincide
with my other life.
I divide,
multiplying override.
Losing track of time,
my mind don't seem to mind.

This black and white place
is missing the grey space,
I pace with a ******* face.
Stuck in hereafter,
I wonder what comes after.

The woods here know my pain.
I come here to release restrain.
Feel it invade the veins,
filling the empty space.
A substitute
to somehow change this attitude.
This phase is rude
to even consider staying
though it's overdue.
To be so different,
sometimes something's
wrong with it.
Alienation comes with it.
You're not alone,
we're all a part of it.

The stems from the trees,
branches and leaves,
reach out for me.
Can I stay here and grow with you?
I'd really like to.
Bleeding and blue,
keep bleeding with you.
Only dying for you.

There's nothing left
so what is there to lose?
Guess I'm the left
opposing your right.
Every fight alters the light
that used to shine bright.
There's nothing like
a forbidden love,
a sordid spoiled fruit
you keep throwing up
until I've given up.
Your lies cut through my neck
and the effects
have caused another train wreck.
You make love
seem like a war that never ends
that no one wins
inside my head
you never get it,
it's pathetic.
You make love
feel like a drug
you only found
dug in the mud
and you just gave it up.
There's nothing like
a mind you redefine
to fit in between your lines,
a mind that uses time
consumed with parasites.

People always leave
broken leaves under trees
so indecisive I deceive
my inner means
and what they really mean.
Eyes in the screen,
a silent scream.
I am the shadow king
of my loneliness
in a world of bad luck
where my spirits run amok.

I'm stuck.
Listen to the words
that I took
from the birds
that are hooked
to the chains
with no gain
and free from the outlook.

I left my conscience here.
I don't want to wake up if you're not here.
Aware of what is not clear,
I steer my eyes until you're in rear.