Salt water stains my face
As I find myself in this weary pain-stricken state again
This feeling ... Relentless and arrogant
Pretending my limbs are gone and only stinging flames
of ice flow through my vanes
The ground supporting my back as I stair at the ceiling...
Has it been hours or days? As the second hand makes its
way back to where it was two minutes before...
I sigh and the salt water flows anew

Death has welled up inside of me again...
It leaves, slowly, not before its flowing train of blood
and pain has molested every nerve in my body.
Lost on some plain between where
time exists and where it doesn't,
turpentine falls from the sky like
rain and washes away every
memorial picture I painted...

Only graphite stains remain. Poor
innocent little shadowy sketches of
what used to be, embedded in the
titanium covered cloth like the
scars on my skin...

No more colors, no more day or
night. My world is ending, slowly
being erased by something I can't
put my finger on...

I feel like a bug in a box no one
has poked breathing holes into yet,
or a fly whose wings have been
plucked off. In a word stuck.
Trapped in a dark nowhere
without hope...

I now understand the bleak unrest
that snowflakes must feel in hell.
Like a fish drowning in water, I'm
where I live and every day is the
same, just like this feeling...

Asleep or waking it makes no
difference. I may as well not exist.
I make no difference where ever
I go. I make my way as a ghost
here and there, passing unseen
and yet as commonplace as one's
shadow.

Silent, plain and in the corner
where the sun doesn't shine, like a
roach hiding from the light...
That's where I'll be. That's what
I am.

Stranded on the wrong side of the
two way mirror, the only way out
is blood, and I dare not take it.
And then we disappeared

And then we crept away to a secret plane
A haven for souls like ours
And there we share our freedom and chains
Like starving angels we commence the feast
Flesh of your flesh and bone of your bones
Returning to where it belongs
Skin against skin, heart to heart
Turning into you turning into me
A divine erotic dance of spirit and life
You inside of me and me inside of you
No fear, no doubt, no hate, no age...
We paint a picture slowly
We sculpt a symphony of righteous desire
With instruments of naked trust
Unbroken honesty, impassioned innocence
Untainted lust and sever transparency
Like cords of gold our souls are woven into one
And you become me and I become you
Ecstatic love embraces us both
Our thirst is quenched by All-Consuming Fire
and then we disappeared
Once a single stone fell and everything ended in an
anti-climactic stale-mate of opposing oceans. A sea
of bitterness and ecstasy is home to the heart which
dies to itself forever. Its remains find a violent
solace in the merciless arms of their generous
lover, Life. Shreds and tears in the fabric of
wounds made by living compose the endless tides
which churn the depths of its soul. An imaginary
mind stained with the blood of countless
thought-provoking memories surrounds the sea and
everything in it, dark and full of emptiness it hides
behind a frail smile and a deep and wanting kiss.
Like a child I was deceived and made to be
wounded and I fell. Out of concern for me you
wounded yourself as well and fell along side me.
Now together we lie in this shallow grave of
tears, feeding off each other's sorrows, and
bleeding one another's pain. You have one wing
and I have another. Like one fallen angel we're
doomed to wander life forever bonded and forever
torn apart...