Wasted tick tocks
Automatic hands
Praying for the white noise
Whispers to block the constant
Reminder
I must be still
And still awake
I burned the ticket
I learned my place
I used to court angels
Now I just wait
I am still
Hypnotized
By the rhythm
Those robotic hands
Automatic set
Seconds of selective regrets
Conscious continuum
Subliminal reset needed

Awaken with a song playing in my mind
"you're the reason I'm still holding on"
Shaking off the blurry interference of absurd dreams
"With the vampires, baby
We belong"
The consuming smiles of loved ones
capture me in memories
"you're the reason Im still up at dawn"

Tear away my skin from you
Was a habitual dilemma
Sell your skin as canvas
Still and bleeding ink with *******
I can't find the drugs
Dear rugged dangerous angel
Where do you find your purpose
Fear the hammer
Sudden thud
Reality
Ashes,  dust and mud
Clean your wings
Those pretty painted things
So you may fly
Without resistance

In the absence
Time
A face expressionless
Without desire
The space black
Avoid pathos
A void
Repeat
Unspoken
Pale thoughts
Lacking
Emotion
Devotion melts away
The lava of thoughts
The destroyer
Distributes
Words and phrases
Too soft to hurt
Too quiet
To see
Too weak and rare
To assemble

The calm eyes lay upon the chaos
The deep still water
The sea content to see the sky repent
The air
The companion
The water
The protection
Shielding the lurking ugly nature
In the deepest shadows
Beyond the edge of the sun

Today you dried your mouth out.
Tried out sobriety.
Apathy left you in the dark.
Spitting back ashes.
The flames left you little lipstick kisses.
The dead bury their heads deep, but you can still see their necklaces.

I work
A yearly portal
Begs entrapment
Little time for the better things
Sweet sleep
Another life
Upon the waters' sweet surface flow
Steady myself as the gentle waves
Rock me into lucid darkness
The days
The nights
Pass
I work
Pass the water
Burn the whiskey tongues
Hopeful birds
Sleeping on their feet
Side to side glances
Frontal objective
Breaking arrow *******
An ode to mother's earth
A genetic follie
DNA post traumatic
Brain damage
Let her go
Simple
Quick
Like the dreams we had
When we were young
Upon some unnamed
Moment
Of submission
To the days
The nights that must
Devour breath and hours
As if it were never ours