It is not tomorrow yet
But today
Why does she cry?
What makes her wail so?
Was it me?
Should I be punished?

The wind breaks on the shore like glass on my memory
Sand is forgotten to time like so many martyrs
They throw themselves upon the sword of my own paranoia
Bleeding lies

Again I am besieged
surrounded yet alone
These context have trapped me so
Who are you-you who steadily tip toes through my eyes
         and inner-most desires?
Are you the demon I've been chasing?

What is it worth to you?
That moment
That day
that feeling
That last breath of a childhood gone erased?

What is it you would give to live again?
Your skin perhaps?
The eyes in which the world beholden you
Or maybe the leg you stand so firm in your own self-righteousness

For just one more moment to live again

Again these words escape me
Escape my depths as my lips fly across the keyboard
“Release me”
Eyes no longer worthy of this world
Of this life
Of this death
What is to become of him?


Again; nonsense rattles away as I can hear her breathing
Her fluttering heart beats in tune with mine.
I can  feel her love
It's warm

Today is just tomorrow when we find it
Today is just yesterday when we forget it
Today is the first time I've ever seen life
Today is the first day I no longer fear death

Too much life runs through my veins.  A very poison in itself.
Lost and confused I turn my own sharp anger and hatred to my chest.  
Ready to cut forth my beating empty heart.  
If my chest were a cannon, and my heart were shot,
   I would fire my very soul upon thee,
              loaded with unfathomable love
                     and primed with bitter contempt

I am consumed
Too much hurt
Anger
At myself
Hate
At my choices
Disappointment
at my strength
I am my own disaster
At my own hand
Today, but not tomorrow
Tomorrow the sun will rise again