The function of a down
And in so little time
The music begins speaking to you
Words you can only hear as whispers
But their impact rebounds in your head
When the rain comes, preceding the storm
Because it takes time
When you and yourself are all that is left
The window begins chiming
On the shimmering stream
That could only whistle in the winter hold
The mind no longer knows how to remember
A disease, frigid and commiserate
The end to a means brings a song
With a holy bottom
The clock spins backward
And life just lived is renewed
Because time just gets in your way
Like a little boy stealing snacks from the cookie jar
No light penetrates my curtains
Blood-brown, beige in tanning hue
The prison of stars
But I cannot even remember my own name
My existence has been swallowed up with the birth of lies
Take a piece of my brain
Free samples for all
But the very corners are jagged
Some used to say I was sharp
The twirling watch
Back and forth in front of my eyes
Changed all that
And made me dull
Guitar strings playing the same chord over
And over again, born in a resonance hall
Until the repercussion is too much
For patience alone to bare
How it feels to be alone
Is as suffocating as the crowd
Odors so rank I can no longer reap the rewards
I cannot decide on what to choose as your destiny
Because mine is still in the gamble
Until you take your hand away from my face
I’ll be lost - blind - in your superficial reality
There are scars on your wrist
And you say you are afraid
Scared, and running away
But what is it you fear?
You only believe what you’re told
And my words, my truth
Means nothing
Your problems are my life
And my life is your problem
Lost on a highway circling
Stained ecstasy while discovering things
I’ve yet to see
Mountains counter my existence
I count my worries
And never stop
I once killed...
And I’ve never recovered
Buttermilk variety is the only thing that separates our kind
There is too much harsh difference
You create out of wafting breath
What derives your fear from my presence
And it is that presence you will feel
For an eternity
Never knowing whether we’re close
Or displaced
I don’t feel the way I should
It is the overwhelming alone I begin to call home
It all begins to repel me
I don’t complain
Complaint doesn’t ever bring the end to the means
Buttermilk fantasy is not pain
But reality abstained
And unless you unlock the doors
A heartpool of misery will seep beneath the cracks
And envelop your days
Everlasting, like reverted time itself
Folding backwards while existence is pushed forward
And an aplomb is only something which you can dream about
The scales are unbalanced:
You place too much guilt on my dais
And it is heavy, much too heavy
To lift the burden without adding payment to your side