as the mental deteriorates,
the physical hardens.
the violins cutting through nueroplasticity.
and the heavy metal giving birth to fibers.
is this imbalance or zen?
I can't help but wonder
both glee and torment have no place without the other.
leaving true fulfillment to only exist
in the presence of their unholy marriage.

© LW

through the wrinkles in my brain,
it seeps.
blending flashes of the past with the breaks in reality.
these echos are blinding,
as the seconds of then, bleed into the now.
drain me of hope,
leave me with remorse,
and color me with shades of dusk
so I can vanish into the thought of...

© LW