ever lost, never found.

 as the day stretch I wrestle down bubbles of moody evils loosely alike

the connections we draw they grow nearer to the heartbeat at times

I pick up the pieces and they dig deeper from the scabs to the heavier trenches

they bake within the friction, no longer obstacles of fiction they turn mistake as I turn pages

into a faded grey, the doom lingering feeling of finishing an epic novel and feeling empty

the caffein fades, the synergy disconnects and we enter a cursed state of half a person

bent in waking up without courage to run the course nor write a story

a mickey mouse avenue, the fool cruising for a bruse knocking on tables for attention

beware of the tumpling effect young soul may this life be best suited at a timely fashion

a hole we dig anew and rightly so identify as a fresh take on burrowing time by burying it

with uneventful pursuits, stalking fear underground where no man can see the sky

and therefore the stars cannot guide the lost, the confused and we partake of the hologram after all

an halos can be a shadow, a mirage on the guise of self-reindentification

re-tries are finite but boy do we love seeing the fire burn on the colder nights

the embers eclipse all worries, melting and vibrating in a chanting dance that pulls you in

a chemical draw we do not respulve for we do not possess the instinct nor desire to avoid said flame

sit about as paradise floats about ever fleeting and etherial friend for we choke words and apologies

a bitter remedy for the hours we no longer share and the space between us we did not pace and no longer felt hidden meanings, if we regret it we don't remember.

can, shall, would measure and that is just not okay.

in the face of reckoning we whisper a curse disguised as a question

can pure, eternal power sweep the fallen and pull them further

to the realm of peace. 

in absolute overwhelming absolving not splelicit absolution

a decisive strike

may we come to regret it too

even good things must come to an end

so why must sadness invade ahead of time? and take sweet revenge in my storm

how dare you be calm as the sound drums louder.

I would do it again despite the outcome

two shots down and I can no longer read the danger signs

may the kingdom colapse at the threshold

may the gate sustain and endure enough along the curbs

for my people need passage and my back cannot carry them.

that is a villainy and at the bottom of a bottle we find a failing problem

liver colapses and we drown sorrows for we are scared of dying

it is both hard to satisfy and to realize triumph

for we are bugs to be stepped upon

or giants swole with contempt

 coveted, intoxicating, bruisers for love bites

down to the core the particles walk with us;

we haven't had enough:

the angel struggled in the fall

it did little to alter the blow

or soften the ground

paralyzed by the recognition that we are flawed by design.

gonna enact a battle and stand there like money

was a walk in the cellar, hostage and all

we carry on and clap as the show has us calm in the palm feeling like prestine casanovas

hella' alive, we feel better with cigarettes marks in our arms and scars in our hearts

a massacre must unfold, remember we asked for this

exchanged friends for trophies

the children too

lord we spared none

and now there is no one to take our cause,

to take us out of the dark.