A lone wolf howls on a knoll
Intending to strike fear into the hearts
Of the victims of the night
A frozen, bladelike wind cut into his fur and his cruel
Piercing yellow eyes probe the plain
Blanketed in snow and
Reflecting the moon in all its glory

The three victims be
Children seeking the sea
Runaways they be
The lone wolf’s howl
Strikes fear into their hearts
That gruesome monsters will come to
Eat their body parts

And the moon is an orb
A white orb of light
That lights up
The darkness of the night

And the children will huddle and cry
Knowing that they will die
They will die of cold and fright
In the cruelty of the night

I stare at him
He stares at me
His eyes full of gentle sorrow
His ears wagging back and forth with the breeze
***** coat and hooves remarkably clean
A sad horse is he

Jutting hips, protruding ribs
Large frame sunken in defeat
Standing in a pile of **** in the rain
Do you enjoy life, Mr. Ed?
Or do you want to die like me?
Can we make you better, Mr. Ed?

I shall head, ignorant and afraid,
Into the abyss,
By my elders I am forbade,
Nevertheless I go, my head a pandemonium of amiss.

Where the blood falls like rain I travel,
And on my knees curse an unknown God,
Right in front of me life unravels,
The desert of the unknown God.

I am drowning, and yet I can breathe,
I breathe the water and the water breathes me,
A flower, a flower! Dare I believe,
Oh sinful flower, will you give me your seed?

Your love is like ******
A sweet needle shooting euphoria
Through my veins
Giving me the epitome of happiness
You are my addiction

Your big, blue-gray eyes are *****
Melting me away with pleasure
Your golden hair the poppies
In which I rest and find peace
Your love is more addictive than ******

But when I lost you
Nothing was worth the pain
The pain, the emptiness
I nearly died
But I made it out; I got clean of you

The other day, I heard from you
You wanted me back
But I was addicted to you once
And I’m never going back there
Your love is too addictive, and the withdrawals too painful

The dog toured the city at night
All orange and red and filled with light

The dog was looking for a fight
One that would give him divine rights

The dog fought many fights that
****** night and won them all
His opponents were quick to fall
And he dismembered them all

His brown fur is matted with bright red
Blood, his body covered in cuts
And he roamed the streets as he bled
In search of doggie *****

As he crosses the street that night
Two bright lights appear
Getting closer, closer
Screeching rubber

Rest in peace, little dog
Rest in peace

There are so many things to learn from swimming in your broken pieces. You think you are drowning- you are not. The way to fix yourself is not to find someone who will dive into the pool of your brokenness just to tie you back together with their thin threads of skin. Along the way, you might fall apart again; and everything, along with them, might fall apart altogether. You can never call it love if you never were whole in the process- your heart isn't whole. Heed an advice: leave these pieces behind. Do not bother searching for a burial ground for they will never leave in peace, but only in pieces. You will be whole; these things that hurt you were never meant to be a part of you. And just perhaps, someday, you'd be able to love- much better than you used to.

How will I tell you,
With only written words,
What walks through this mind
And who hides in these chambers?

I have never walked in
The doors of perception
Never tasted the red apple
Never pursued mushroom truths
Bitter **** grown reality
Not a fallacy, but part of me
The psychedelic

I’ve never seen the cosmic mind
Twinkling in and out of time
Patterns perfectly fitted
To dreams and facts still hidden
Becoming the transverse
Of my outer universe
The negative space
That fills my face
Connected while separate
From everyone else
Till I walk the road of
My truest inner self

I have never drank the Ayahuasca Tea
To discover the true me with DMT
Partly because I am scared
Of what darkness lies in there
But mostly because
They are illegal and hard to find