I swear these birds do not fly on wing
The sky is heavy
Undiluted gravity
Unbecoming gravitas
A party in the sky
Persona non grata
And what becomes?
Theatre where the stars won't act
The comedy of tragedy
Lives uncompelling melodrama
A panorama
Forgetting the hope
Of kaleidoscopes
I know these birds will not sing
Spring has come and gone
Now the underbelly dreamers
Are left to whither with fault
Sweltering festering heat
Summer suns to burn our skin
And leave us only wishing that we could be cold again
That the leaves should shrink and fade
And all the trees are dead
These songbirds of a winter ending
I held such hope aloft
And saw a symbol in their flight
I saw love inside a light
A beauteous sight
But even glorious wings
Fade from my eyes
In solemn nights

Why must we sit and be shackled each and every day?
I yearn to be free
Free of what makes us so dull and uncompelling
Free to dream
Free to not fear what my future hold and rather embrace the uncertainty
To be free is to live and to live is to be free
With this said I am doing neither
Freedom eludes me
I want to live

You must be inside my head
You shall offer me rescue from me
Only you can decide fate
But you burn while alive.
You the sympathetic dream,
The uncompelling lie
The truth of nothing
You belong in me.
Softly slit my wrists, let the path begin
How can I still believe when I’m lost?
Oh, but you belong to me
Inside my head, creeping into my veins.
Let the blood flow free
With each drop you disappear.
The unmentioned destiny of love
The incarnation of lust,
With you I shall pass.
Hold my tears, as I wipe yours
You live inside me,
You failed to make me whole
**** me you must, for with you I’m simple dust.