Slowly Twisting Away From Your Touch

Slowly twisting away from the touch

Twenty angry pushes that we had

I contort my body in a rush

Like bird in grasp of hateful children

Vulnerable badge in its black eyes

Ripping my clothes until I’m unclad

Dripping in your black, white, cold cauldron

The very place I’ve come to despise

Sickening Love’s embrace

Immersion in the void

Losing sight of your face

Down still to the bottom

Ending in my impact

Emotionless android

Forgetting the rhythm

My body becomes slacked

Into the trap of wicked lush

I have fallen and now I’ve blacked

Out from feeling so god damn glad

Like on the first day of autumn

In this overflowing cauldron

Where my wants and needs are destroyed

Where the only thing I want dies

In the expanse of empty space

Why I Love the Sunrise

I can hardly see a thing

In the dim light trickling around the door

It’s golden like the midmorning rays

Arcing over the building tops,

Reminiscent in their warmth

Of the bodies which they light

A body is warmth and it is comfort

It is arms wrapped around another

And it is a hand caressing a face

It is also the light sliding underneath the door

Touching with its sun rays

Another with golden complexion beneath a sheet

Two rays of sun intertwined

A wave of energy

In an instant there and gone

Alighting an endless vacuum of void

There and gone

Before it was even there for a moment.

Drowning in Unreality

Grace is the air we breathe

in the blackness of the Ocean

it barely reaches down here

in the current and the flow

reading signs on the floor

at the bottom of the Ocean

with its artificial light

caught in the undertow

the weight of Gravity

my home has been in the Ocean

waiting to pull them all down

not rescued by th'rope throw

you cannot breathe down here

in the blackness of the Ocean

smothering you with my weight

refusal to let go

I know your survival

has nothing to do with th'Ocean

this place is not meant for you

that is plain and I know

this is no place for us

at the bottom of the Ocean

the need for the air is stark

am I meant to let go?

I cannot rise along with you

I'm not set to leave the Ocean

like I said it's been my home

think of me, make it so

I will let you drift up

from the bottom of the Ocean

to where your life must be lived

God willing, I'll be there soon.

I never saw it coming

I never saw it coming

the gallows twist to stare

the gently falling body

the gently falling hair

I saw her pushed this morning

for a crime she didn't do

never once was she caught crying

when caught for killing you

I never should have let her

go back to that poor home

sometime there she must have cracked

like she cracked your balding dome

I would have done it for her

for that is who I am

I would take her hanging place

I would take heaven's damn

she is turning 'round now

with a look in her eyes

in killing her they killed me

kill for Justice's lies.