Scratching my lungs Deep under the sun I crawl until it aches Falling out of love Won't you break for my waves? Pray for me at night The dawn bleeds for days Into this multicolored life I'm finding my way Twisting my arms Get this heart back in shape Still under the gun I'm under the weight And up with the weather Plotting my escape Just waiting to run It itches my brain All of these regrets Get carried away Until I can reset Let the chemistry change The tragedies recent Turn

A naked dread Silently built Preternaturally indwelt But seldom understood

Uplifted wings of living beings Creatures turned again like wheels Folded spaces, in-betweens Spun like webs where thunder reels

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Self-control asleep at the wheel Buried in the kind of task That carries only a sick appeal Back to sleep At arms length Never withheld Anxiety, the lash or the leash Another mouth to feed The sullen sun a soured star Growing to consume It has to be there Dirt under these nails Peel it all away Layer by layer of fear Far from the belonging sought Yet this isolation is a wish Hoping that you'll fall apart Completion a curse run from More selfish pursuits Burying the lead to be

Sometimes we mix ourselves a potion of memory and regret and find ourselves wondering what might have been. There is something a bit like...

What happens in a world where love is a commodity and we are forced to sell ourselves like products? Cut out the vulnerability, brush...

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Life moves in cycles, cycles of change and cycles that stay the same. Things fall apart, things come back together, and the dissolution...