melancholy souls encased
behind the glass of the faceless
they see in but not out
drowning in a introspective about-face
they never sit still

it gets so bright out here you can barely see
when the sunlight kisses the snow white
you haven't seen the last of me
wait until i creep into your dreams at night
and slowly make my way through your veins
meshing with your cells
i'll build a garden in your rib cage
and spend the night in your entrails
and in the end, if all else fails
i'll leave a lock of my hair safe in your heart
just know i've been digging holes in there from the start

when the city sleeps
and you're wide awake
the time grows deeper
when you've got no way to escape

the shadows all around you
dance and sing your name
in dysphoric shades of tones
he can't tell you what to do
with the feelings you've tried so hard to tame
forget that itch in your bones
it's time to go home.

how do you explain
that feeling that only
another human being
can give you.

that inconceivable,
intoxicating, volatile
feeling that some people
refer to as love but
that word doesn't accurately
depict just how
that unseen entity can
make you the happiest
and most miserable person
in the world all at one
time.

no word or any number
of words could spell out just
exactly how this feeling works,
but here's something i can tell you,
that loves is like a flame,
and once someone ignites
that feeling,
it spreads like wild fire
and it won't stop until
it consumes its host entirely.

There's a ringing in my right ear.
I hum to block it out.
The hum becomes annoying.
Neither side of the pillow is the cold side.
My lungs are the first casualty from the war in my head.
That jolt you get when you fall in your dreams and you wake up with your heart beating.
That hasn't gone away for awhile now.
It's like I'm just waiting to hit the ground.
Caught in this constant free fall of fear.
I can't seem to shake the shakes.
Found a picture from last night with a cigarette in my mouth.
I don't smoke though.
There's a rainbow somewhere and over that is where I'm looking to go.
I'm sick of sad songs.
I'm sick of happy songs.
I'm sick of silence and the low murmur of my 10 dollar box fan.
I hate everything that's on my walls.
I'd rather just pitch a tent and call it camp **** yourself.  Population me.
Scribble thoughts as they come.  I've been doing it for years.
I thought I would find purpose in it, but I still don't know why I write what I think.
No one else cares and I sure as hell don't.
I wish I wouldn't ask so much from the sky when I don't appreciate it as is.
Everything is wrong.
I could be as broad as the side of the barn or as specific as ice cubes in the Ramen.
Waiting for the day the Sun doesn't come up.

On top of that, there's something wrong with the lights.

We were given love in a season,
we loved each other without reason,
we lost ourselves in the crowd.

You took my hand and said to run,
the year had just begun.
When the leaves fall from the trees,
I want you to please,
remember me.

Words dripped from my mouth,
two free souls trapped in the same house,
the silence just got too loud.

April washed away dreams,
May brought on new beauty.
The world was never so clear,
till the day came,
Spring time was here.

We lost ourselves in love,
we could never get enough.
Shuffling through the crowd,
we became the same,
we got lost in love's game.