the way things are

So this is the part where we give up on dreams Realize adulthood means forfeiting hope And helping others do the same. This is where going through the motions Takes over like a venom, Paralysis in our smiles Speaking empty minds from the chamber Of life as functioned by musculoskeletal memory. This is the place…

I was only kindling to reignite your heart

I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…

The Burning

Mistaking her warmth for love, He wrapped his arms around her fiery limbs, Burning with what he confused for passion Being blinded by the ash of his heart burned alive, Breathed her in, filled his lungs with smoke and the fumes of dying soul Extinguishing the hopes of others And choked too late trying to…