PursuitDid you care enough,To not let me go?Or did you give inTo my double-edgedPursuit?
She's MissingBroken, shattered,Living -Proof of desperationIn hope -Secrets held keptIn beings -Long lost, forever gone,Never again ~
Insomnia ~Dreams sifted -Truth and lies,DreamcatchersAbove our headsContain no idea -No care, no knowledgeHand in hand,We hold the heartsOf insomniacsTogether, we areDriven by the thoughtsCausing the fearThat awakens us allWhilst, aboveSpindles of threadShrouded by feathers,Encasing a spearheadHang high in protectionThere, nightmaresWe can never forgetRavage in collections,Awaiting their time...So wrong,So many lies -And yet,So perfect ~The dreamsThat hold usHopeful -CapturedBefore we fall...Insomniac thoughtsOf the night,Sifted -Truth, lies,Not the matter -Simply what's neededDark, light, twisted,To keep livingBefore we becomeDeathly awake,Just one more dayTo run once more -And so we are ~The insomniac's routine
Blood SensesDeep cuts on the skinAre the candy-sweet metalTo our blood red lips
Faults and RegretsWords are but a lossWhen your mindIs on a wanderDreaming,Caressing fantasies -Simple fables,But do we ever learn?Love, hatred,Contrast;Muse.We may win,But we alwaysLose.Recover from mistakesRepeat, repeat,End -Endless cyclesThat areTo our routineAnd yet,What are wordsBut a lossTo wandering minds?Where they go,Where they hide -What they see,What they felt -And our museContinues,Always the sameMemory,But alwaysA differentTime ~
I Miss The WayI miss the wayMy feet hurt,How the rocksWould bruise them,And the dirtCaused infectionInside cutsFrom the glassI miss the wayI felt blindAs the sun shoneSo beautifullyOff the waterI miss the wayMy tears driedAgainst my cheeksAfter runningHalf a mile home,Home to whereThe river ragedMore than my angerI miss the wayThe silence promisedThat someday the painWould have its endI miss the wayThe trees begged meTo stay a little longer,Their branches pullingWhilst I climbedUp the rocky hillI miss the wayI would slideIn the mudAfter a heavy rainAnd fall down,Laughing at painBecause it felt goodCompared to the reasonsI called this homeI miss the wayI called it home.
River HomeI want to run away -Down to the lake,And by the rocks -Lie against the pier,And watch the water -Pretend I'm home,By the old river whereI spent more timeThan in that house,Home where onceI had wished thatMy ashes would beWhen I ended my life,Because heaven was lessOf an image of homeCompared to the riverWhere I spent my timeThe river where I usedTo run away to,Rather than going backTo the houseWhere I could do nothingBut wishThat it would all just end