To drown is to feel more bleakly alive
Than the gold studded bees in a sapphire hive.

To choke is to breathe in the Northerner's wind
that exhumed itself from the smile he grinned.

To burn is to feel the passions he hides
that tear up his heart and corrupt his insides.

And to live is to feel like you're finally dead
Because life is not life, when it gets to your head.

Falling like the rain
Shattered shards of glass
Wiping 'way the pain
Broken by the class.

Steaming like the fire
Stoked by your friends
That dims when need is dire
And leaves you at the end.

We're all lost souls
Following in a line,
To cover all the holes
That we have left behind...

The dust that bites our necks
Pushes us to win,
Making us regret
The times we didn't sin.

Clothed in light
Carrying pistols of tear
We are not bright;
But rather, made of fear.

So greet us if you dare
Climb with us up high
Sing and writhe and stare
As we fade into the night....

The secret to flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing.

I slipped up on the word hello
You choked up on goodbye

Our hands lingered but never met
Our minds brushed but never touched

I saw the way your eyes bled
When I said no

You saw the way my soul shook
When you asked

They called you desperate
I called us separate

What heinous act could I have played
that the beast is still hunting?
wanting to devour it's pound of flesh

What sins so grave have I committed
that this beast still seeks me out?
to make me repent.

Who gives it the power to choose my demise?
it takes it's own will as testament
to it's righteousness.

And I have given a pound and a half of flesh
I have repented of my sins
I have paid my tithe
I have asked for forgiveness
I have changed my ways
I have paid
I have paid..

And yet it still stalks me while I sleep
and in my waking hours
it gathers strength.

It's pursuit
relentless
never tiring
never slowing.

I will never be free

I run but I will never escape it's might
the rules absent
the game devised for amusement

A pound of flesh for a morsel
an eye for a glance
a tooth for a word
the scales tipped
unbalanced

The law says to the sanctuary I must run
yet it is too far
cornered and scared
panting for breath

Beast  
carnivore  
eater of souls

PREDATOR

In my fear I cannot run another step
muddied and worn
spent
resigned
fate

It's eyes black are devoid of all humanity
it takes a step and I can do but one thing..

**Fight.