The devastating sink
Always returning, like the moon orders the tide
Submerged to the neck
Swimming against the storm
hindered by the trouble that cannot be released to its grave
to call the deep sea forever home
Heart open
only to receive nothing but crashing swells
Invading the lungs, forgetting how the fresh breath once felt
Skin crumbling as the ocean erodes life
The glare of the empty ahead
beats the eyes to a dry, bloodshot wince
Desperate for ground to stand on
but the helpless float in years of time
leaves the feet sorrowfully accepting of the futile kicks to live
Like a nightmare, occasions bring rescues
through the path of the reaping current
But none casting a saving line
for a last grasp of hope to cling its blistered fingers to
as if the beast of the waters should be left to dangle
And when the ocean swallows the fire of the Sun
and the moon calls for all life to retreat
the sharks come out for blood

If a congregation were to slowly grow
like a flock of birds coming to feed
And I stand amidst at the middle point
Everyone's ears waiting like children
As they're giving me the chance
to exhale the sickness that has dwelled in my lungs
To release a speech that deafens the demons
so that they'd no longer follow the sound of my steps
Giving me a chance to confess
all shame and regrets
Granted the moment to free my soul
from the prison of what's unspoken
And to free my head
from its delusional fiction
The time is drawing nigh
as the Sun has traveled the sky
Everyone has arrived in assuring attendance
Except my words

The simplest of my desires,
an ailment for these wounds;
They avoid me like the stars
were just fleeing from the moon.
Time has no mercy,
so precise in his plan,
because now was the then
when then slipped through a strand.
A novel of thoughts,
but no language for the pen.
Sinking skin and brittle bones,
when soul so lonesome spent.
The blood of every battle
spills the same as the last.
Buried with every loss
to relinquish the past.
Eaten by desire,
for a kiss on these wounds.
Hold me like the stars
stay aside the moon.

A hellish nightmare, where the eyes not closed;
An encompassing forest with no path found.
Use your spilling blood to help you find home:
The box void of passion, where words have no sound.
The river is bitter, the rain has been shy.
Body's skin peeling, like the love from your soul
to the dirt that painfully resembles the sky;
So the sun is merely Hell's blistering coal.
The air chokes of failure, so heavy on the heart;
Hold a breath in and crawl to the cabin.
Like the festered foundation, your bones fall apart,
And the walls paint scenes of your demons in action.
A wandering soul, too close to himself;
So far from his words; He'll find them in hell.

The constant processing of possibilities
Unleash gunfire across the mind's war front.
The hardened lives lost are buried deeply
In the dreams and terrors that keep us up.
Each night is a battle enticed by these walls
That are stained with the blood of all recollections.
The scars on your soul leave your heart enthralled,
Pleading for peace from despair's inception.
Letters written home get lost in the air,
And rain down in ashes; charred in the fight.
Frigidly cold: not the weather of there;
Here the sun sleeps when be not even night.
Shots heard afar, you lay your head on a stone:
The sky is made of glass and a star is your home.

I would let you go,
open the grasp that locked my steps,
but then your eyes
wouldn't make the moon look lonely.
Then your laugh wouldn't drown waterfalls
into the sea.
Your walk wouldn't be an angel marching
to light my shade.
Then your voice wouldn't orchestrate the flow
of the wind's love.
Then your smile wouldn't make the sun look weak.
I would let you go.
The hell has worth
when heart is all lost.

I am but space,
taking up the like,
yearning for feel,
which not found in this place.
I am but flesh,
rotting with time,
cut by own thoughts,
a cluster of mess.
I am but bones,
collapsed into ruin,
a form no more known,
once firm now just stone.
I am but a soul,
in search like the rest,
for an opposite of void,
before the bell cracks its toll.