TruceNo steps forwardsthree steps backstumbling, staggeringnot close to fallingbut falling slowly,faster and faster,but it's the stoppingthat kills you.I really thought it'd helpseeing the fires againafter I doused thembut it isn't helping at allfor the shine's too brightand the flames too hotI'm burning my handson things I can't reachNo steps forwardfour steps backWay past square oneThis is new to menever been here beforeand I feel likeI could have done withoutthe experience
Muscle MemoryI've tried a million thingsto put me pastbut none feel like itnone remind me of myselfStuck in a downwards rutbecause I can't forgetevery thought I ever thoughI'm thinking againI've a feeling on my tonguethat I'll drain a million cupstry wines from sweet to bloodand still it lingers on my skin
Haunting HappinessAnd when I do sleepI wake in a daze,forgotten nightmares,they haunt me.And remembered dreams...they haunt me too,more fiercely,more cruel,than any nightmarewould ever do.
I'msomniaI wish for sleepbut wish are nothingI wish to leapbut I'm squirmingI wish for weakwere there is strongbut wishes are nothingbut airAnd I would flywere it not that I'msleepless, earthboundand wishing
Deeds Want NoneDoneNow I knowWhat I would kill forAnd I knowWhat I would die forIt doesn't matterIf I like it or notThose are the factsWith whom I must live.And just like it'd be an understatementExactly as rude as it would beTo call America a police stateWhen it's clearly a military regimeI mean, just look at those cop-tanksSo would it be to call me uncertain.I know very wellThe kind of scum I amBut it changes nothingNot a thing will changeThe past is doneAll I can do is...Keep on hopingQuote me right next timeYou know if which I speakEven if all I do is lieI've spoken a fewNuggets of wisdom.I am very sure of it,Just like I'm sure I miss you.I'm a hopeless one,I've got naught but hope.And I believe in nothingWith unparalleled zeal,I never needed anythingTo believe in thee.And this is all showingOf my acquaintanceMy very essence,My friend.
Roses SlainWhat heaven sentwith thorns was rentand what was brokenwhat's been bentit's a tokenwill never mendforever crookednever straightthe lines will nevermeet againall the loose endsremain that wayno one knows any morewe're all the samelost; forevermore
Sleepless Trifecta[I]Sleep that will not comeIs worth so much more than thatWhich comes to you.It's funnyHow with friends,Lovers,It's exactlyNotThe same[II]Sleep, I chase you.Love, I miss you.Muse, I'd love to butLust, I lost you.Poem, I wrote youLetters, I put up yourWriting, and I'm out ofWords, I need you.Past, I want youPresent, I'd detest you butFuture, might make you worth...[III]Going through,Passing on.Here's my flame,Lit with oilStolen fromAnother unknownAnonymous deadPlease mark my headstone"let it burn."
Inching Ever CloserI’m on the edgeof the edgeand it takes but a whisperto push me offI’m inching ever closerand I don’t fear fallingas much as I’m afraidthat turning, backing awaywill be all but, possibly hardthe void calls, as the french sayand I’ve half a mindto answerSo as I stain my sheetswith blood, sweat and tearslike flowers, dotting a field in springI cannot help but feelLike helplessnesswould sure fit memuch better than thisantipathyt’wards allthat should be regretinstead I keep hopingthat when whisper comesit is not to pushbut cradleTo change the sheetsto clear away dustand make my covers cleanTo let them creaktheir leatherbound songand turn another leafbe it a “last chapter”or a new pageI’ll read iteither wayI’ll do so loudI’ll do so proud!I’ll read it, I know, I will.Or rather I would...but the “should be regrets”remain where they stayand I’m inchingever closer
Not Hunter, Nor FarmerI gather the oldRusted and tornPieces of thingsNo longer wished for.Always haveProbably always willAn unexplained compulsionSo I must wonderWhere fromThis addictionHas come?Is it just a hoarding geneA gathererBy nature's reprieveOr do u feel kinshipWith those odds and endsDiscarded remnantsOf times gone...I have felt a bit rusted...As of late.