Taken and left.

I of unsound mind,
Am in a bind.
The man I have watching the clock,
He maybe blind.
His release papers have yet to be signed,
Correctly.
My movements are mimed
And my washing powder is lined.
Surely I must be out of my mind,
This rabbit is not of my kind.
Is it right to grind?
I-nd not crazy,
I'm just behind.

Closer

I am alone,
My status is known.
Exsposing the heart that was stolen,
Out of reach.

Empty

I walk closer and the pounding starts. I empty my bag of tricks, I don't want this to be fake. Stumble, with no reply.

Air in the stronghold

His arms weaken,
Hooks drag his mouth.
Black moths cross the windows edge,
They have returned scapering,
No hiding in the short hedge.

This paper note

Warm air flows over her body, but it's her smile that holds me. Quivering like a child, I need and want her. I try to replace and always land on my face. For her I would win or lose the race. Why cant she see, without her I can't be me, I can't be free. She once held me like a child, now that I have grown, I need her more. Never did her memory leave my mind. It may have fell behind the draws, but her smile has a empowering strength. I will not and cannot forget. Pictures and paper notes. This is only part of what I miss.

Tribute

To who I lost,
To who made me, me.
You love me,
I will always love you.
There is no replacement,
No distance.
Just memories.
Those we and only we have.
When you left,
you took part of me,
the spark,
Now it lights your way...

See,
See life,
See love,
See that I cannot see you,
See you cant see me,
But we are both here.

See that you are my light.

No regrets,

Regret.

P.S. Miss you.

Deep in rust

My legs lock.
The air scrapes my throat.
This is only in my mind.
I hear the cranks.

No I will not move.
I cannot.
If only I moved.
My motivation is not helping.

I turn my head and the brown flakes fall.
The ground litters with my past.
My future, yet to fall upon the ground.
Take my hand, take my rust.

In Toe

Sweetness let the ropes go,
Pass the knife.
Nolong do I feel unbound,
My new friend the ground.
I have found my door,
Tie me to the floor.
Walk not around,
I know how much you like the sound.
My escape is lit above me,
I'm just to weak to see.
Please don't leave me,
It's a painful tease to need.

Lyrics that talk.

You get what you give, but I don't get much.

Valley

Is see not shadows in my valley. Nor do I see life, all that I witness and endure is heart ache and strife. The sun refuses to shine on my valley, but darkness Is eternaly welcome. How do I not reach what is not there? How do I win, when their is no skill?

Temptation

Though the night air is cool,
The summer nights bring ideas to a pool.
I have no concentration,
Shall my hope be misguided by temptation?
My call is all but what I need,
To my ear unwanted information.
Will I not head and plead,
Or is all this my final feed?
Will I not get one more deed?
My body is missing sensation,
There for I hold my temptation.

Team

The brain is smart and the fist is strong. But the fist can be outwitted by the brain. There fore the brain is strong and the fist is not needed.

In vain

Taking a bullet for my love, not only killed me, but it also left me empty. Truthfully released is not a word that would best describe it. Like the apple falling from the tree, the hot metal engraved my body, like a cliché, I turned to butter under it's force. Yet even though the bullet had done it's job, the release was non-existent. I felt no relief, no pain, nothing. Taking my life did nothing, my life is gone, but so am I. She shall live to feel, that makes me...

Gin dreaming.

It drives me insane, just to mention the name. All are obsesed with it's trail, just a mess. Take the ringing from my ears, replace these tears. Strength is lost and gone, not to return until the fade. The grave half dug, with no hope, push us in.

All in ash

I am latching on to whatever will save me. Holding on for so long, my grip is slipping. Alone I will fall, but not for long. I have to remind myself to keep my head, only to prolong my suffering. I'll take my cuts and sew them up with another unanswered message. Hope has failed me. Love will eventualy abandon me and I will fall...

Season

Cutting the glass from my eyes, the hard blood down my arm is not a suprise.

Sitting On

Moving brings hate.
Talking brings hate.
Exspressing brings hate.
Sitting brings nothing, not hate nor love.
Living brings life.

All is shade.

Clarity is blocked, through these eyes that are tinted black.
If all were to come into sight, a mental divide would come to play.
No likeness to myself in this darkness riddled shack.
Hell is my envision, its all I see.
In this life, I see not time, but time waisted.
I haste to a rated dream, only to find nothing in its place but me.
Realisation is my catalyst and you are the end.

New year, new you. (Non-surgery)

Why is today different?
Why did I celebrate a number changing to another?
Should i fell bad for abandoning the old number?
Why does every one complain about getting older, when there so happy that another year has past?
Was my resolution really to wake up in pain?

All i know is that, tomorrow ill go to work, pay my taxes, get fucked over by a greedy government, act selfish, pretend to be something I'm not, put up with people I don't like and smoke a cigarette while i eat junk food.

Most new years resolutions fail. Me, I just got drunk, smoked way to many cigarettes and woke up with a hang over. I just wish some one would tell me why no one else was celebrating.
Dated 10/1/09