All I really need
is to know that youre breathing
A feeble attempt at
knowing my own pity

Though it's for the best
I keep on walking
I could cross off
favoring modesty
over flinging undergarments

to hardly anyone who gave
two s*s
...will be addressed incessantly
until you're quest is up

Drug Addict,
you made your precipice
sank into a mess
you'd never see yourself
destroying
In a million years

Burn the books you bled into
Sweat pouring
heavy pencil scribbles
fog your head with voices
beg for answers at the door

Doesn't wanna give a ****
Doesn't think about tje context
enough
Doesn't fill your mug
When the pace wanes

Were shucking to make a budget
We can live on
Or move on, to a new landscape
And hideaway until
Our minds are changed

Never to weather
Never to erode
Doesn't wanna trail off
Reaching for unwelcome homes

Doesn't wanna appear shakey
But works the twitching
Anyway
Fit it in a box
To keep on display
Always

I thrive off weakness
Seeing the deepend
As a way to way to
Try and breath again

Oh let the stars ALIGN finally
No longer will I fret messing with em incessantly
Or wish they were someplace else

Live in the present
I expect it will be gone soon
And so will they
I dedicate every inkling
Of love I mustered up


Dumped it
Every bit
All at once.

F* it.
Because
I have practiced
How to muster
LOVE
From the flood

Apres moi, la deluge
And after the flood
Here I come
patterns repeating

I need to
summon
A hundred suns
To soak up the

The damage done..

F the
I'll be okay
stage
Now stunned
By some vanished
Anagram.

I've managed to stand
On two legs
Hexed to slave
over fugue states.

Staple sleigh bells
To our heads
Never to be lead
astray

We know death
Is a regular
Keep kicking sedatives
Down our throat
Hoping we'll get the message.

She ain't dumb
Just lacks perspective..

Quick!
Que the narrations
A smooth voice got let loose
And truth gotta facelift

So freakin' biased
We cant help
It's in our nature
To fluff up the sequence

Relinquish some regrets
In attempt to rewrite
Any meaning or misprints
That was etched under the skin of it...

Holding all the pieces
We can Picasso this ****
Or just leave it. as it. already. is.
So raw so so rhythmatic

Naked Atoms
Just reacting
Simple math
Creature of habit

Tend to stress instead of laugh
Put one in a cave,
WATCH US MAKE ANYTHING ...
Anything But our own happiness

Happiness, what is that ishh?

Hobgoblins

Hanging, 
upside down
with his mouth pried open
slurping up  seepage 
in the plumbing pipes
dead skin, sweat grime
He'd be inclined to take a bite.

Some claim these creatures as
spiders
or rats 
but I have seen one in the act
Little ******* hides below the sink
to feed on tender infant flesh..
He salivates at bath-time
snapping at soft bottom fat
to fill his belly with a warm, blood-soaked 
snack
Baby cries another whole in mama's ear..
And I listened for a rummage in the plumbing pipes.