i have grown used to the moon
early each morning
waiting there above me

ever growing ever receding
for weeks now
the skies have been perfectly blue

first light prismed in slight violet
lingering just before the breach
of the horizon line

at night the stars
and planets
pierce with warm purpose

a world away
the wolves sing
in the dark woods

a world away
the whales sing
in the deep waters

a world away
we sing
to the ancient music of fire

I don’t want to stand, but I don’t want to sit.
It’s like life’s lost its meaning, my flames been unlit.
I’m boring now, and I never know what to do.
I want to be active, but I won’t even move.
I try to think, but hate my thoughts.
There’s so much I must do, but im too tired to even talk.
I want to get up, but won’t.
It’s like my battery is all run out,
and now I’m left with a broken soul.
I always feel so…
Empty.
Useless.
Bored.
I no longer have purpose, I’m just so done.
I guess life’s chewed me up and spit me out.
That’s just what happens.
But now what do I do?
Because I really don’t want to sit here any longer,
and I’m just not in mood to stand to.

Oblivion:
no longer seen
neither future nor past
everything is forgotten

no more reveille
sleep so profound
no song is heard
hushed is every sound

dreams have vanished
so dark is the night
the heart longs no longer
shadows banish the light

oblivion:
life's story
has been told:
dies, memory

Once the misery
Starts I can’t find
The off switch
A child’s deaf ears
Are woken
To the hairiest of situations
The startled fears
That dare to dream
I’m barely conscious walking alone
Am I able to weep
Inside my bloodiest miseries
I whispered secrets
To my darkest demons
In the shadows
They eventually became me
My sacred possessions
And repressions
Became my silence in anger
The fleeting peace
A bobbing boy
And I still envision it all to this day