The night has eyes,
The curtains agape,
The stars have thoughts,
Loops you can never escape.

And by some power my hands
They were painting a morning,
The whites and blacks were missing,
The warm orange, a warning.

Showered by recreated currents,
Meeting my ever dry tongue,
In shallow gasps I begin to wonder,
Where I ended and the sky begun.

**Does it matter if we were one?

I have perfected the art of drowning
Letting myself sink to the bottom
Feeling the suffocation
Over.... And over. Again.... and again
The torment in my skin
Salty taste in my mouth
Blowing the last bubbles before letting go
Making my body less of a human
It's so quiet down here
No voice to hear
Even my own words can't be spoken
So peaceful yet so haunting
Able to move my body but keep touching the same things
Keep feeling the same emotions
Hesitant of finding help
Waiting for my lungs to give up
Just be gone
Be the nothingness the world has never known
My mind is calm yet frustrated
The future is so blurry for it all will seem to be the same
Oh... How simple it is
And yet
so complicated

Life is a strange interpretation
of mud, blood, and vexation.
Where logic fails, reason takes a vacation.
Perception is the only tool we find to measure
memories we hold as sacred treasures.
Till, those transcribed are passed down
and every generations finds their own variation
played on the same theme.
But one day annihilation will take away
the strength we lost and gained
along the road of ever evolving years
and we strays will part ways
with all of reality.

She put a spell on me
She manipulates my heart with alchemy
I love her with no control
Because she controls my very soul

She is so enchanting and mysterious
Her sorcery has got me delirious
I'm her servant and her puppet
And part of me loves it

Some voodoo and a hex
For some ritualistic ***
Under the blood moon a celebration
For the God of *******

My sweet little pixie
Raising the dead with her necromancy
As I watch with dread
She dances with the dead

Witchcraft and conjuring demons from hell
Mystic horrors as the sacrifices scream and yell
I must break free from these sinister restraints; I must rebel
But I can't stop their pains because with magic in my veins I am just a
shell

I am like a doll stuck in its head and helpless
Left to panic about how she is relentless
She is so charming its alarming                        
I wonder who els she will be harming

The ****** psychotic *****
This seductive destructive witch
As long as I am hexed
I am going to be be next

when the water calls, go.
even if it's eight degrees
and your boots slip
as you crunch across
the sand and snow
towards waves that roar
and crash like metal shavings.

even as the wind whips
your unsuspecting face,
sending showers of
frozen sand to play
amongst your eyelashes.

even as your feeble eyes flicker
and try to absorb all of this
spectacular frozen wrath
before the wind swallows up
your air and forces you
to look away, gasping
with ecstasy,

smiling like a maniac
as the tears freeze
on your porcelain cheeks.
my god, you've never
felt so alive.