Two years

Nothing changes

Only in shape and relevancy 

When you live

In a sub-reality 

mind altered world

Where there is no floor 

to find your footing

There is no escape

From the mind

That defends; protects

With its hands

writhing around your neck

Deceit

You colored the wool
you held over my eyes
with roses and wine
and sweet little lies

You left me to wonder
to ask myself why
I mean nothing
to those who tossed me aside

This, for you

I know but only

The sweet freedom of your touch

The way the brush of your lips

Seems to reach

the ache in my bones

How your warmth 

Serves as an antidote

To the corrosion 

in my heart's beat 

This, for you 

May be a drop in an ocean
Of gestures that are formulated
For lust; desire

I know but only
How to love
with the whole ocean 

Sorrow

There are nights 

I gaze into Sorrow's eyes 

So deeply and wholly

I don't remember my name

She sings lullabies 

Ones that keep me awake

As She wipes tears

Off my colorless cheeks

She tells me tales

Ones of loss

And love so fiery

It burned holes 

Through the very foundation 

It laid upon 

Metaphysical

Realities packed neatly in white lined boxes
I am the nomad
Traveling between
Among

Within
Within feels uncertain
Foreign

Like the day I stared into
your hollowed eyes
And did not see you
Anymore

Void

Fill fill fill
All these terrorizing fucking holes
With something, anything
Someone

Fill
Fill before it returns
Before you're back on the floor
Watching crimson droplets
Dry on your limbs

Fill
Before rocks look like waves and you lose track of the days and your mind's a fucking maze




Fill.
Before you've acquainted with the pain
Before colonies of tablets in your palm
Seem as inviting
As a serenade

Evening Primrose

There's something beautiful in this mind
Something whimsical, peculiar, blind
It stumbles in the streets
Darkness it hides behind