Sometimes I just have to leave
To where my coat isn't wet
Gone like seasons rotating
In a merry-go-round
Before I get stuck in one myself and

Get sad, on the bench
On the train
Go insane
From the strain
Gone like seconds slipped
From your grip

I'll knock on the door and ring the bell
But it wont open, and that's okay
I really had nothing to say anyway
At least the sidewalks dry for now

Two days gone and one left unseen
My feet hit the ground, because
Sometimes I have to be the one
I'm leaning on

But back I always came
To the same
Not from shame or the blame
But because my heart never really
Left her room
So I knock on the door and
It opens up wide
With a smile inside and for that
The rain outside can
Stay on my coat

The sun rises. . .

But not yellow this time.
A deep, wonderful brown
so beautiful it's a crime.
It's rays fill the sky and clouds
With colours I would gladly drown
In. Morning grass crowds
The ground glittering with dew
From the rays of the deep brown sun
Which is a colour to which the sky is new.
****, the sky is so cute.
All it's rays reach and run
Into long arms that squeeze my air out till I'm mute.
The sun reaches in my cuts
All the way down to the bare bone
Where not even pain obstructs
Injecting warm happiness cure.
The brown of the sun is like none ever known
To the sky, a light so pure.  

. . .and is only eight days away.

Flesh bleeds in whispers.
Not from cuts or scrapes, but
Big gaping holes unseen to most.
My liquid scarlet letter
Pinned over my missing pieces
Covering nothing.
The only plug to fill the hole
Is psychosis. Weeks of mental
Breakdowns siphon the blood.
The envy I feel for them all
Drowns me in plastic
Children's pools.
Perfect gold runs over
Their fingers that lights
Their lives, while the only
Thing covering me is
The unseen blood.

It's like jumping from the sky and
Never hitting the ground
Or stepping on cement and
Slipping into nothing

It's like biting into an apple and
Tasting nothing but air
Or feeling your feet freeze
Over the hot coals

It's like sitting in the grass and
Floating into space
Or turning on the bulb that
***** in the light

It's going to be with you and
Having no one there

I touched the stone
On the statue
And it melted into
Drops of milk and vanilla
A year gone by
And a new river flows
With bone and sugar and ash
The dewlets accumulated
From what once was
Stone.

Spring is here, once again
Demanding of my soul
She tickles and pleases, tugs and teases
Till I finally relinquish it whole

When it launches out, the Devil comes near
Trying to inhabit my shell
Of a body. I hope he doesn't
Or I'm certainly bound for Hell.

Spring sprinkles her yellow
Demons in and around my head
While Satan unpacks his luggage in me, and
Lays down in his new bed

Just in time, when he's freshly in, everyone in
The room becomes a priest
They sit and wait so patiently
For my possession spasms to cease

I catch my breath, I take a bow
My episode is done
The saints give me their Holy
Blessings, feeling like they've won

The Devils ****-blocked, he's barely in
Then out, can't stay in me no more
Him and Spring have had their fling
His one night stand with that *****

I watch Spring walk away from me
With water in my eyes
That little ***** snakes away to
The flowers and her lies.

I kissed the moon
In purple glow

Her fingers, white beams
Licked my face

Not even Garuda
Could shroud Twi in

I was a tide
She pulled to her chest

We encompass
Then we wane

As the church bells
Ring out

She sings her songs
To slip herself down below the horizon

Behind the Gothics and willows
That point to her window

Where I find her
Tomorrow