makeshift wings.

this madness.
right out of the blue.
it appears
and lingers,
darting around like bolts of lightning
blinding my eyes.
i just want to bury it underground
away from the world.
away from me, myself, and i.

[ M U S I C #2 ]

decay of the mind.

here i wait
(im)patiently for something,
any thing,
anything's better than this silent noise.
falling into the abyss
i can hardly sleep anymore
thoughts racing back and forth,
it goes on & on
to the point where i lose my self.

and it's days like these
when the world seems so monstrous,
ready to eat me.

sometimes,
it's a decay of the mind;
complete destruction.
other times,
it's a war of nerves
ending with emotions gone overboard.

and it's nights like these
when everything seems so murderous,
ready to kill me.

sometimes,
it's pollution of the mind;
complete destruction.
other times,
it's really nothing at all.

porcelain dolls.

you have freedom,
to the extent
of a burning island.
seasons pass
and world's end,
while you are floating
on a vicodin cloud.
a little sign of skin,
it's all the proof you need
for the population might soon notice,
a part of you is missing.
and so,
you cover your little demons up,
it's become something of a routine.
on a daily basis,
fear of judgments being made.

run like hell.

you can never forget,
the void
and the beast
that torments you in your dreams.

[ M U S I C #1 ]

stranded on the moon.

it was that one night,
when we both couldn't sleep
and decided to grab a blanket,
took it out to your backyard
and laid together underneath the stars.
we were cold
and freezing our asses off,
but we didn't give a shit
as we started becoming numb.
you pointed at the moon,
i was lost in you, i just couldn't help it,
the dark consumed me.
3 words, 8 letters.

it was that one night,
when we both got shit-faced
stumbling around on your bedroom floor,
laughing at non-existent ghosts
and eating nacho's at 3am,
which made me puke a few hours later.

it was that one night,
holding hands
as cars and strangers passed by,
we walked to the park
right back to the place,
the playground,
where we first died
in embarrassment
and the world froze over.

it was that one night,
those many nights
when silence became deadly.

we were drifting towards nowhere.

i miss you,
but it's not enough for me
to want to kiss you again.

out, with a bang!

pool of tears.
heading upstream.
running downstream.
going somewhere.
anywhere, from here.

subconsciously playing a part of,
frequent disasters in the making.
can you feel it in your bones?
for better or for tragedy,
others are off worse than us.
time is quick and we move slowly.
like grains of sand,
we are living in a see-through hourglass
for the entire universe.

clouded vision.
it's time for rain.
the sun is gone.
dead in the gutter;
a vicious cycle that never fails to repeat.