You deafen yourself with the billows of your mind.
The infrared waves ebbing
that crash and bang against your brain corners,
leaving blotches and scraps and holes
of tattered exhaustment.

My dear, you delve and revel into dark waters
rivulets of teardrops and insanity
travel down through your nape
as if they are atoms that constitute
your whole existence.
Clashing with the demons and phenomenal apparitions
that reside within your internal gates of hell.

Hear the clang of brazen swords
of mind thoughts and spilled ink.
Hear them paralyze you from the mind
to the futile pinky finger of yours.
Dispersed souls and impenetrable
stringed quartets of words.

Love this.
Embrace this.

This room wherein you caged yourself
With detrimental insanity that sale past through
seas of thousand madmen’s minds.

This is your all.
This is what composes your all.

Greater than the universe that
your knowledge has managed to stretch its feet upon
and all the elements you ever know combined.
Greater than all those fed up imaginations
of your childhood.
See them with your eyes,
see them and bask in its beauty
that has its venom sink down
to the ivory crystal of your bones.

*This is your all.

The circuitry of this belated exclusion
Reminds me of lights in the sky
Like 'You don't know why'
Signs
On roadsides
I know her address
But I don't know mines
I look up at the water vapour on the paper
And 'Sigh'...Oh its fine
Snow lines the road I chose tonight
As the sky ignites my mind
With needs to pace tunnel mouths until daylight
Day and night
Nocturnally confide in an absence of light
That feeding hands teeth bite
Snow white
Blood synergy despite
Khaki brown lamp-post light
In grey sights bloom
Silhouettes lapse comfortably
Towards walls from the sun & the moon
In the dead of noon
This sun down comes too soon
Outside my windowsill
Separate mind states of each room
Spiraling into hate and destruction of my emptied morals
The want for perfected attachment over empty bottles
Ripping hairs out my head
Til it bleeds and pain does follow
Sifting through ******* bins
Fueled by sorrow
Searching far and close
Far and wide
The outskirts and to my side
My quantum of solace
My love
My ever-flowing blue tide
The fist
The fog
Envelops a lot
But truly there is no place to hide
I clutch the thought lost prop in my head
And swallow my pride
The wheels on this car trudge circular
Like a black hole
Am I insane?
Do I have a soul?
In no-ones car that I stole
The lights cut through the haze
Tet my wheels hit a hole
Standing right there, I see her with my eyes
As the car loses control
Her palms calm, as she settles her  head on my chest
We link arms and irrevocably become acceptant of death
The frost on my breath sporadics on her neck
Yet...
Just like icen ash
Her skin flakes wet in this winter wonder regret
My face numb and dead from words that I said
I bleed for 6 months misread in the alliteration of how I slept
Her hair dips in the snow
When we sit on the bench
I'd say something
If this didn't seem to make sense
To feel loved, intense
So dense
But where's it went?
Out the window
Turning tides thrown away like 50 pence
From her lips to her fingertips
My fragile lust shifts
Between want and repulsion
To her angelic bliss
Her arms on my shoulders
And my hands on her hips
We dance in each others minds, volatile
Try understand this
A natural feeling for reformation
Wanting back the chase
Such a thought, whats the cause?
As tears stream down my face
Emotionless hate for her
And not this place,
The ways
I wandered in want for true love
Completion by fate
Is far more appealing than the truest blue expression of our love
In togetherness
This selfish man has truly had enough
Handcuffed by enforcing sculptures of depression
I wheez and huff
I've seen some stuff in this empty town that your push can't shove
It's the wine and the water
The sons and the daughter
My dreams construct the building blocks of the slaughter
This dreamcast dream
Can't dream that on a pint of fosters
If I no longer feel a quarter like my self to this imposter
My heart flutters in love
Like the wings of a fly
In sync with she,
"What will you think of me when I die?"
The rhythm at which she breathes
Her heart beats "Why?"
Confused as my grip tightens on her neck
And I can't help but cry
stalactites dart towards the gutters in the street
The function of my bi-polar existence is inherently complete
Bags of men in plastic sheets
Sprawl at my feet
Whenever the temperature drops in this lost cause city of sleep