Polar; Home of Ice
You make this feeling of thought void of pain.
I cry behind my outstretched hands.
Screaming reaches my ears just in time
to lose my self control.
one more drink
one more night
no more you.
Seeing as how my life would be better spent
Alone.
I fall to the freshly laid carpet.
I call him instead.
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The Other White Meat
caressing inches of skin
in hopes you too feel
the same as I;
worms of distance
eat their way
through the
lining in my stomach.
I see meat, as is,
a craving in your hands.
and me?
do you crave me, too?
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April Fools
The day I loathe to be alive.
How have I escaped all mockery?
Did I dream it in my sleep,
is it an allusion my mind recreates:
to take me back
to a place where I was free from
heartache.
I glance over my shoulder,
it's become instinct.
The visions I've seen;
running into spiders
black dogs
man faces.
Where have I escaped to?
The sane one?
I dream at night and see nothing.
I'm chased, I'm chasing.
I can't run away from it.