I don't see, yet I
know you do it.
Which on some levels
is just as worse.
Because then the
problem is like a secret.
HEAVY AND LOOMING.
Always when your around
It makes me sick
makes me not want
to see you, hear you, speak to you.
I feel like you're going to
infect me, *afraid to end
up like you one day.

The mountain looks cold from down
here, when will we reach the top?
Sooner is better than longer because
it's the long haul that kills you.
Walk, walk, walk the trips and traps
awaiting on the road to the peaks.

Before we get to the base we must
cross the river, steep banks and
rushing tides await you. How you
cross is up to you. Your face stares
at me through the water. It tears me
apart and rips into the voice.

As I sit at the steeps before the
mountain I look to the cold stone.
Forever unchanging, forever truth.
Nothing hides from its eternity, all
must hail to its glorious truth. It's then
when i realize i love you.

Water falls and water drips,
melting away like acid on your brain.
Reality has changed,
no need to turn away.
accept and embrace
your life will never be the same
and she has changed.

The clock stops,
your mind drops,
working away.
No way to tell which day is today.
Monotony takes over,
your life is over.
The alcohol an pills are your personal jesus.
Take heed and take life
it's no way to live.

Break away and save the day.
abuse laying heavy on me.
no way to tell, which one died today.
make sure i go out with a bang.

i woke up again this morning, thought about you
and quickly decided that i still hate you.

I try to make it rhyme,
I try to make it click.
But i don't have
enough patience..
not even for this

I watch as the moon
drops it's drip-less venom
into the clouds,
poisoning the sky and
painting it's downs.

Tell me that it's over,
just stop, i can't watch.
She's eating herself,
swallowing herself from
the inside, burning my eyes.

The river drolls on
never stopping. Just rushing along.
Some stones stay stuck
in it's muddy bottom.
Others flow along with the current
never stopping to look back.
As sure as those stones,
stuck in the mud, protruding
from the chaos. They one
day too will be, either worn or washed,
and will plunge into the current
were they belong.