The dark night of the soul
Is not for the dual and the cruel
To my anxiety, darkness, and depression
You have erased my image
Taken and deepened my sleep
Just give up, lose the grip, and just lose the grasp
You have no command
Just my notes of sadness
If you can't understand this path
Just be gone
Shame on you
Like a flicker of a candle
I try to hold onto the night
Like I hold onto the reasons
The truth is I am running out of excuses
I am so tired of being afraid
Breathing itself you were in my hand
But I keep asking questions
Answers already sewn into my deep dark soul
Strain and tension
I am a golden okay
My heart, my soul, my mind, my beloved
You have done so well
Congratulations
You are the evening mixer
And will continue to be the morning elixir.

It's strange how children feel ghosts
when the hunters were actually all along
in the room just beside them.

I've lost touch
Five years of school
Chill in dust
Skills waiting
To see the light of day
Like the 2000s
I can't stop touching my hair
Empty days are a test
Feel the sweat
Down my back
This summer’s a knife
Slicing my life
Looking from the dark
When will it flow?
Am I too far gone?
In the wrong?
Sensing the golden flow
Making its way
So very slow
Praying for a saint
But a sinner at heart
Remembering that one gets lost in a maze
But one finds themselves in a labyrinth

Pistols
Pistols

I dream about pistols

Pistols
Pistols

Why do you haunt me so

Pistols
Pistols

Please just leave me alone