You tell me what a pretty name I have
but oh you know nothing
of me and my ugly face

Grew up in the projects
though i never finished mine
and that's that

A lovely name, a lonely hope for the future
Does is soften my calloused hands?
I know nothing of beauty

Was always in the way
and into to way
cruelty burned away the stains of naïve youth

But oh maybe we're cut from the same cloth
And we cut it so short
To be wanted for awhile

A hard labour, it pains us
'till we get to say
"What a pretty name you have"

Hugging icy vestiges
yearning yet earning
no ring
no, a ghost kiss
that drains
all of the remnant warmth
down,
           down to,
                          down to where?
I lent it
all I own

This moment
is stolen
you, who know nothing
of me
you, who spat out
my milquetoast
Hold me close
whilst reading prose
Lick my tears
whilst dispelling my fears

Call it a fantasy
so I can hear your voice
I have no choice
but to misconstrue
to keep you
Call it my sanity

there's something sharp
about your soft edge
when you're walking the ledge

there's a dullness in my worn words
that scratches at your heart
tell me how you want it

should i walk you off
should i turn my back
'cause we both know

embracing a star in collapse
tightly as to not let go
will make it sparkle anyway

What is money
but the means to an end?

What is money to you
when you are dead?

What is a corpse to us
if not it's worth in pebbles and gold?

What is war
but the means to your end?

Die Wahrheit lauert
Ich schminke mich beim Abschminken
vergeblich
Tröste mich selbst beim Lachen
Das es so gekommen ist

Die Lügen verschleiern nicht viel
Ich schminke mich ab beim Schminken
vergeblich
Lache beim Verschlucken der Tränen
Das es so gekommen ist

The I is capitalized and spaced off from love

These breaths
that I take in sharply
and let go of grievingly

and Those breaths
that forced themselves in and out
of my lungs hungrily

It'll be as it was
as it always is
In a blink of an eye
a mixture of melancholy, anxiety and apathy
that stunts
that corrupts
every thought I've had
and ever will have
into vile screeching vultures
that circle around
doves escaping inaction


And they spiral
moving in ellipses that eclipse
new moons
squeezing and wringing
every last drop of motivation
out of my weeping soul
In a flutter of an eye
the days bleed
and scream
into one another
till it is but one mare
In a starless night

Looking into your vacant eyes now
switches the lights off
leaving only your silhouette
curled up in a storm
of stained pink sheets

No, you don't sleep anymore
except for when
you don't seem to wake
stuck in a trance
which smothers you

Everyday you choose tomorrow
to bet on
No, you haven't won in a while
silver gleams the moon
through your window
silver crinkles and breaks
when you press
on the plastic enclosed fog

Can barely stand
to hear you speak
when you've got nothing to say
the same stories
and unspoken worries
till they corrode in your memories
and disintegrate on your lips

Until the comfort of nightfall
coerces you
to spill your soul
a milliliter at a time
a puzzle I try to piece together
when sleep doesn't come easily

Everything is cumbersome
you hesitate
to move your limbs
over your bed
stuck between four cold walls
that draw nearer

As time flows between your fingers
the ceiling feels higher
the chasm beneath the floor infinitely
wider
hungrier
easier

Than the night illuminating your back
as you watch the stars
too bright
too high up
to remove