Taboo

Closing eyes to the world.
Seeing what is wanted.
Who is wanted.

Gone-
know this.
Gone.Still the longing lingers on-

Pulling at what little strings are left in the threads of the walls.
Tossing and turning in a stupor sleep.

Wanting to see, wanting to feel, wanting to hear, wanting to heal.
Can't
Never can.

Speaking about the taboo-
Something never wanted for the wanted.
But, it has become.
Taboo

To fall in thoughts of you.

Bleed Unto

Pull it out,
The nail in the skin-
Pull it out.

Let the wound bleed. Bleed that pain unto me.
Who?

Me?

Bleed, come on! Bleed for me.
Pain is my strength. I need your suffering, within me.
Part of me.
Part of you.

Bleed unto me.

Lyrical

Leave, leave, leave!...Leave.
So much, anger-
Gone.

Vacant lyrical words-
Dead song.

Arise to the ending,
Can't-
Too tired.

Will shattered,
Spirit gone.

Dead, dead lyrical song.

Get up, get up...Get up!..Get up.
Don't want to.No need to.

Lie in wait-
Waiting for nothing,
Dreaming?

No, can't do that anymore.

Dead, dead lyrical song .

Breathe, breathe, breathe!...Suffocate.
Let go.
Fall.
Sleep.

Dead, dead lyrical song.

Scene

Bold choice of wording.
Bones aching.
Living in the moments of hell.

What is this feeling,
Fire?
Engulfing the very existence once thriving,
Dying.

A signal in the midst of all of this, this scene.
So very in the dark, about this.
About it.

This thing.
Dark is it.
Strong? Weak, it would seem.
Yet it pulls at the threads, begins to un weave.
Unfurling a most interesting scene-
Better than any TV,
But then TV was never just a thing.

Deleted

I wanted to hear the voice.
To know who it is that calls to me deep in the crevice of my mind.
I don't get to.

It is not meant to be-
They say.
Without saying a thing at all.

Be blind,
Deaf.

It's healthier for your mind.

Invisible

It should be-
Easier,
Understood.

Calm before the storm.
Silence in thoughts of nothingness.
Not meant to be heard.
For being heard, would make you seen.

You do not want to be seen.
Eyes that do not help with the clarity of the subject.
Turbulence, broken by stability one desires but can never have.

A fool's wish.

That is all.

Moment

It's a feeling in your bones,
Something you do not sense, until it is.

Long awaited whispers of words you remember from a dream,
Nightmare.
Follow it down the halls of blackened walls.
Fire was here.
Fire was there.

Calling to the whispers, hearing only their silent anger.
You tried to reach out,
But they only hide from you-

This is meant to break you,
You want to let it break.
Show yourself from behind the facade of who you once were.
That image is cracked.
You cannot get it back.
Your voice is nothing but a mute mouse's squeak.
Broken in.

You sensed the fire.
You just never felt when it-
The moment you died soon after.

Warning

Truth is all you have-

                It’s all that’s left.
I remember hearing, that warning from so far away.

It was mine, once future now

Present days.

Warning me, not to fall victim to your

Too honest gaze, eyes that could see through me-

This hurt, pain that lingers here,

Is stifling my soul’s rays.

                I want to regret, but I do not want to forget,

Any of it, any of you.

This pain is my breakdown,

That I plunged into.

There s no regretting, only savoring.

Stime

When time stands still,
The world will still move.
Move on it's own in a way of it's own.

Holding onto the very threads that are ripping apart.
Wondering if it is even worth it.
To wonder about such things.
If time stood still,
Would one simply live within it as statue of what once was?

Or would they become something that never was in current time,
But exists outside it.