I soon confused a soothing voice for an open door
an extension of a white flag, redemption
cease fire breath, sit still my chest, mercy.

this coffee a magical brew, elixir of life, nectar of wasteful bliss
it remains the lucky one, the sole comfortable collector of lovers that went wrong

as the hand agitates and the tongue trembles, mostly gone
as the fog instills itself and the images fade into a blur
I know for a fact I caused it, the reckless consequence of choice
the carnage of action that one soon forgets
as the sun burns and the ledge steals my reason
the wristwatch counts cycles atop my veins
the traverse of waking up 'till I run dry
off solutions, all void out of a million and one

dear mom and dad

a work of artful hope has many faces whispers of sugarcoated warmth
a mastermind craves some downtime in the beaches belly faced down
sporting a mighty tan killing time at will in repose despite the crimes
what a joke to shallow in despair, desperate us now to divine what unfolds

prison this skin that shields me from harm and cages the ghosts that I can't see past
torment this eyes, that!: lacking ail for dust; reach and light. red stained and it pains to see

the coffee has turned cold as the shoulders dip
lost momentum, written off and counted out
down for the count, no more sticking around
it is like when things get tough I stick the dagger deeper
carving a well of self-loathing and doubt to drown
falling short of ever turning towards the best
the very best mold, oh Maker my chest is apprehensive
the hours multiply, the mind is fuzzy and shrouded by fear
that I might not stand a point, the voice of reason a mere draft
escaping an open window, losing face

to witness the dove of hope smothered a penance to feed upon
hung like a vulture stalking the feast, a torch lit for disaster
his mind a mess, his life a bad joke and his throat awoke a scream
the only commendable pause is how limb his arms went resisting the violent urges
of a nasty dull breakup craning at his heart, dead fish eyes ring at the shake-up
shedding a tear when the promised phone call came and no meaningful words exchanged
no longer important, now an ex another drop of a name in less flattering ways

lover boy goes on a ride, just him his car and his darker thoughts
boxing her belongings, burnt the love letters and chain smokes to kill the vibe
that trembles at his bones, this insecurity is fucked up and taking over the void she left behind

me? I am an spectator to this vibration in space, a drag of a cigarette is an open coffin case
as I fear the infectious white lies cannibalize his spirit, I do believe in the strength of a new dawn
it is with pity that timidly I must point out the inevitability of contradiction, a ghost that haunts
the house you built mate, and the silence she provokes is truly deafening

the jolt that awoke the dread that we cannot turn back is a bullet that chipped my denial
a phase I suppose to make me believe in whatever powers need be to lose less

this very spanking desk has been my sole confident and pillow at the dearest of time
to top off the circumstances a carnivorous demon that consumes, consumes, consumes
the magical good days shrink, sinking down and they gnaws at my ankles pulling half determined
they too despise the mess that I chanced upon the mirror