The watering hole is where the species congregate. It is where fertile flowers pollinate the air with pheromones. It is where I feel most removed from society. I can never compete with the verulante baboons pounding their chest and flashing their *****. I can never measure up to the towering beasts who sip the water here. These doe would never share a drop with me.

I know you're out there
You visit in sleep like a tooth fairy
You stalk chimneys, a saint in the night
You live somewhere between fairy rings and neverland
You work somewhere between daydreams and reality
I know you're real
You must be
My belief gives you life
I light your eyes
I imagine your smile
I live somewhere between your skin and heart
I work somewhere you can never be
I know you are more than a daydream
But why are you just a fantasy?

Some say you're notches on the bed
But I'd say you're a cut in my heart
Each one of you leaves a scar
And the soul is bound and torn apart
I can't burden the weight
I can't carry you all with me
To end the strain
I'll sever my brain
And my love will release me

I'm on the borderline
Of inspiration and suicide
Can I change my life?
Or leave an ugly corpse

The gusts were blowing
Our faces turned ice
Your hand was frozen
But so warm to touch
The leather burned cold
Though we were left buzzing
We were high, floating
From the heat just inside
Such a wonderful night
The strokes on canvass
Contrasted the world outside
But inside here, a little cabin
Your smile was fire
And your lips were flames
But I'd burn my mouth and blister
For another taste
Because next to you
I felt no cold
We make heat
You are bold
And as the gusts blow
Next to you is like paradise
Somewhere far
Somewhere warm

If you don't exist
Then neither should I
I'll enter Tartarus alone
And never see another night

Because the sun has no radiance
Without you, the atomic spark
Just a hollow disk in the sky
Giving life to the world
And warmth to all, but I

If you don't exist
All I breathe is monoxide
The atrophy burns my limbs
Till I lay down to die
If I turn to dirt now
Perhaps you'd exist in another life

If our souls return to stars
You could find me close to Mars
Waiting for my binary love
But If you don't exist
Then neither should I
And I will burn out
A shooting star in the sky

I'm a high rope walker
But I'm not an entertainer
I balance through day
And never dream at night
It's always one inch
To plummet
To fall inwards
Scuttling past the demons
The faces of those who inflict me
Their apparitions shake the line
And they grin as I slip
The rope has no end
And neither in front or behind
Can I see where it began
It seems freedom is clear
To let go and fall inwards
Into my darkness
Into sweet sleep
Perhaps I will live on as something more
Or just an occasional passing memory