Every little challenge,
A mountain in its own right —
We shall overcome.

Decades from where we began,
Stampeding towards the end —
This far estranged from life,
Death becomes me.

I'm not who I've become,
I'm not who I once was.
This far estranged from love,
Hate becomes me.

Hear me
Spit my truths in anger,
So you may believe
What I cannot.
Watch me
Play the part I loathe —
Not dragged along,
Just afraid to stop.

Life-blind and waning,
A moon set in red —
Half-hearted obsession
With hints of depression.
Draw your night and
Lay the past to rest.

No little moments,
Little things,
Small opinions,
Little feelings —
Life is grand
In all its tiny glory.

Truthless,
Endless shifting ways,
Nothing keeps us busier
Than change.

Soothing past
Scars fresh wounds over —
Little monsters grow up
So damn fast.

The sun may come
Around, around,
A ray will light but once.
The wind may turn the arrow back,
A breeze, once felt,
Shall nevermore be touched.

I get it,
This is what you do —
Unchanging,
Unconscious,
Unrelenting.
Just realize,
You're doing it
Exclusively
For you.

We call them
Sick, misguided,
Even damaged —
And yet,
We watch their depravity
With boundless fascination.

Crazed
We sing along
Ballads of madmen,
Celebrating
Our insane circumstance.

Cruel and
Belligerent —
The mean
Justify
An end.

Death portrayed
A thousand ways —
Dying light,
No sunset looks the same.

Living for impression
In the latest
Gallow fashion.

The dream
Is not the beanstalk,
But the place
To where it leads —
If only we could get there
Riding the cow instead.

Those who love
Should not judge,
Lest the loins
Betrayed the heart —
And even so,
Judge no one
But the self.

When the clock strikes lonely,
When the lights get dim enough,
When the crowds begin to thin,
Lust starts to look a lot like love.

Enraptured by the dance,
Bedeviled by the seed —
We, passengers of lust,
The devil comes to feed.

We melt
For puppy eyes,
But never ask
Why seagulls cry.