to you.

I've gotta to bust you out of there somehow
my eyes don't need to see your heart's defeat
your spirit's caged with angst momentum 
i can feel your spine conforming 


distance is weighing my heart daily
an unbalanced scale needed for detail
a black bird flew to my window at night
it was a songbird grazing borders  


it's time to test the strong ones
let's see how much they will take
fate will form an opinion to consider
a conclusion if they'll make or break


so I will offer up a hand should you feel lost
strange and unprepared is the only way to come
sitting in silence gives up the ghosts in the hall
but friendship creates a selfless home alone

you missed my heart when you stabbed me in my spine
paralysis was only just a side effect to your behavior

trying to explain the future

calm, like an overbearing tidal wave approaching.

the feeling of 10,000 needles so close to you, tapping  your skin.

a brief encounter looking over your shoulder to remind you another world exists behind you.

the angst pressed before an alarm clock.

the dialogue in a one way pregnancy.

yea, that is the overwhelming feeling you question.

pin up whore

is it any surprise that you feel so over overrun?
two stepping your way through a thoughtless pattern
when the cards aligned you drowned them with disillusion
playing the devil's advocate to your withdrawn sense of self

mirrors never worked for vampires, so people gave up on it
fallen statues of heros canvased your albums and walls
broken needles rained the floor with blood and paper wings
you never amounted to more than a pin-up whore.

distraction is a gift.

we see only in

silhouettes and fairy tales.