Dizziness sets in as I awaken. This empty bedroom illustrates my mind to life. Sometimes I imagine you and I dancing. Tomorrow has come, but you never woke up. Where are you? I hope it's somewhere sweet, far from Michigan. Doubt salivates inside our petrified forest of past chipper heights. What the hell's the meaning of living if you no longer exist. The more I get off my chest the emptier I become. I felt you watching me the other day. Maybe I've gone nuts. If platitudes could've saved you, I'd've saved you from yourself I swear.

You thought aloud as I eavesdropped. Portrayed as your shadow I sympathized sincerely. You said maybe if your features were at a different angle then maybe somebody would take your hand and pretend to understand. Take your hand, and pretend to be yours forever. Shy Dear. Too close for comfort. Too far for connections Ask yourself if you could bear a state of permanent happiness. Being alone might be fair, cuz love is a meteor, and we're the dinosaurs. There are only moments in the week when death forgets me. It's too late for us to make demands, we're too unforgiving. Shy Dear. Too close for Comfort. Too far for connection.

There's something in me totally defective. There's something in me that just couldn't hold you forever Can you feel the peeling pleasure Clashing between avoidant eyes? Let's acknowledge our fleshy patterns don't mean anything. There's something in you that will never get it. There's something in me that's attached to you forever.

Chasing vacant sensation. The people passing on the street, I pretend they are me. Invisible I aspire to be the watcher and the unseen. Forging false identities. An actor acting in a scene. Countless hours practicing the art of shapeshifting. Appetized by mystery. Following an empty belly. Nothing's as it seems, so I'm reaching into my eyes to rearrange what I see. We don't get what we deserve, merely what we take. In the shadow of the abyss, we invent deities. Why do we always pretend like we aren't stumbling through the dark? You can't expect to find yourself. You must craft who you are. Strangers are clutter In a nexus of lovers. Floating undiscovered, Underfoot, Jettison. In your eyes I see strangeness. The kind that's contagious. An infection to the bone that repeals slumber. Hibernate through change. Disembark, Disengage. Live shoulder to shoulder Encapsulated in disenchantment. Many are coerced to live this way. But you know it's a masquerade. Stranger.

Candiesque epithet. Sweeter than a honeycomb. Confection personified. Vibrant husk within to hide. Plant a caress, grow a burden. Purely optical. Poison fills this glass. Toast to me, we'll drink to you. Take a sip of what you brew. Honeydew turns bitter blue. Several pages removed. Plant a caress, grow a burden. Hoarding your fools gold. Pharisaic. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Fair is fair, until it happens to you.

New dawns orange grace pierces frayed drapes. Bearing the gaunt of a pauperized face. Complacency is a thirty cent raise Desperation is sweatless to persuade. Scraping last week's supper off spoiling plates. Beneath your nail beds mark the X on your grave. Step into the bear trap of preordained fate. Prickly pockets yearning for some change. They say Take the offer, You won't get another. I think Time spent wasted Ain't wasted at all. Tailerly laced, throw me a bone. Poshly stirred sire in a palazzo home. Reclined imprints on a gelatin throne. Light-years from the penniless dynasty. Ladders to the cloud land too high for the common man. It's not what's in your heart, Just what's in your hands. Fools seek fortune in a game They can't play. They say Take the offer, You won't get another. I think Time spent wasted Ain't wasted at all.

Do you fear Close Quarters? There's tension, and dissimulation. Do you feel at the border Of losing against your temptations? Do you fear Close Quarters? Unchaste hands gliding forward. Thoughts all out of order. Suspense piling high. Droning between eyes. Burning over time. Do you fear Close Quarters? There's tension and dissimulation. Do you feel at the border Of losing against your temptations? Do you fear Close Quarters? Perspiration beckons action. Heat entangled fabric. I can read your mind. Droning between eyes. Burning over time. Air around has changed. Temperature's on raise. Vulnerable embrace. What's a little taste?...

Swimming through the wreckage of A sunken ship of adolescence. Warmth swirling beyond the grasping Hands of a maturing child who can't grow up, who can't accept love. Guided by shifting wants. Indifference chilling naive shoulders. Illusive is the target of serenity. Behind the haze awaits an identity. Unable to conquer the obstacles advancing. Without an angle, and without a strategy. Diagnosis; frightened of Insides being totally wrong. Letting go, and giving up. Falling securely back to bed. Yells carry upstairs, soiling the air. Knuckles knead cheeks of a crying child. The future's a monster behind a curtain. Its tendrils lacerate the mind's surface. A thickening fear spoils a canned dinner. Goodbye to the now, hello to hereafter. Pushing onward through tragedies. Carrying the baggage of past defeats. Emotion concealed beneath a blank mien. Thoughts encircling a bleakening scene. Never believing in anything for a second. Jaded and nauseous from life's lessons. Bloated with tutored contempt. Distaste coating the throat like phlegm. Too much at stake, but nowhere to go. This disease festers within the home. Looking around everywhere looks the same. Looking around everyone looks Crazy. They call you.

Reaching toward you with silhouette hands. I cannot touch you, I know that. Feigning my sense of direction. Outpaced by my reflections. Aphasia strikes in waves. Setting my wits ablaze. Fatal thought blockades Wronging the right of way. Heartache bound in accidie. Hell framed in silver lining. Becoming more attuned To a life without you. Our bed harbors memories. I awoke on the couch this morning. Trying things I haven't before. Maybe tonight I'll sleep on the floor. There's a monster In our bed. Wilting leaves on lovers' trees Spoil fruit felled by the heart. Figures of speech reveal meaning When thought upon in the dark. Buoyant wounds peacefully sink. Togetherness regained in a deep sleep. Take my breath. Use it to breathe. I'm in love with you, not me. You left your shirt in the closet. I don't mind, it smells of you. You think of me as a stranger. I don't share your point of view. Youthly convictions disappeared. Along with a number of years. Washed away in the haze. There's a monster In our bed.

Reach toward light, It makes me nervous. My shadow outlines The purpose. Twenty four seven delusions. Paroxysms obliterate My attempts at communion. Like a puppy in the pound. (Eyes watching close.) My eyes will do the talking now. Hard to stay awake at times, And color siphoned from your eyes. (You're gratuitous,) I'm digging our graves For a momentary distraction. (And I'm so sick) Diatribes jacket my tongue. I'm an ornament of odium. Of watching.) Testing my elasticity. Let's see how far you can pull me. In opposite directions. Everything that's me you own. Melting in the sun like plastic. Composure drips the same. There is always something between you and me. A smile for two. Disaster in plain view. Don't grieve for me. I'm alright. Just wasted potential. Still fixating on my heart beats. Still too existential. Bad at greetings, and leavings. Recalibrating how to be social. Hospitality is killing me. I can't decide if I should mention. I.Try. I.Tried. Keeping it together. We're together in me. Feel the rhythm, For the rhythm of our hearts still beat. Legions of dust Half my age Are tenants to my fingertips. Bewitched by worn pictures, pressing them against damp lips. Old feelings-dug up, Hollow and cold. Reborn to boil between crevasses of fists. Fleeting through love letters to tease a guilty mournful kiss. Long expired are those days. Memories become founder with age. Tears extend their reach. Persuading hands to ease their haste. Photos of us captured in motion. Both stubborn, and forever posing. Now lay in wait in a somber place. Seen only by one of whom pose. We can teach ourselves, but Lessons can be learned wrong. Practiced to ingrain digressive Coping Mechanisms. Twisted into the fabric Of what makes us us. Clarity, Has shown me, How clearly, We have changed Shuttering at the thought of leaving a feeble position. Convinced I'd left my sense along the floor in the kitchen. Reminiscence spored through the rifts of wishful forgettence. Your smile from yesterday is my new religion. Balance the present on the tip of your tongue. Riding toward a dimming sun. Heart set on a horizon long slain. Hold on for just a little bit longer. Balance the present on the tip of your tongue. Navigate the world with half attention. Commute to work, an unpoetic scene. Hold on for just a little bit longer. Balance the present on the tip of your tongue. Swallowed by a starving dusk. Resolve dispelling in the wind. Hold on for just a little bit longer.