do the right thingdo the right thingi only wanted to be free i wanted today but i, but i want againi won't let this feeling be lost to a liei only want to do what's right but i ask myself why would you want again?i've all but lost the knowledge of what's righti only want to make up my mind a warning today might not be around againi only know the differences: black and white
sunburn fleesunburn fleeweightless, i float the spacebetween my fingersthe light glows bright yellowsparkle and glimmerlike the shiny and the vinylmixed with lava-heat and sun debrisdown, where i know it wasi fear the floatthe dead float (placed, aligned, decayed)sometimes i think i trymy head hurts, hurtsand gone, spaces the goneno more one on runi pursue with cautionstuck but in the back of my headdead and floated, dead weighti'm stuck on the insidemind wanders outside thisi see stars but no moonno deep, boundless black skyblink, flee, blink, race the riseburn my flesh and unsoulrun and i might tryescape the cadaver-me and live
i ran to the skyi ran to the skyi ran to the sky, into the rainthat tore at my eyes.i held my breath andi thought about the clouds,the way the pieces fall offin the form of tear drops.i washed away the smilethat was pressed into my lips,the salt from my cheek bones,and the noises in my ears.
Promise of ColdPromise of ColdIcy air,how I've missed you so.Do you know what pleasure it bringsto feel you blow across my face?It brings a promise of cold,gloomy days with a little snow.The nights get ever longer.The sky turns toward a dismal gray.Wrap myself up in my coat onlyto go around the corner fora cup of coffee, but I enjoythe walk more than anything.The winds dances around me,goes through my coat andseeps right down into my bones.In the morning, I'll standout on the balcony wrapped sosnug within a blanket watchingthe snow slide across the dawn.And every night I go to sleepnext to a fireplace hoping it doesn'tgo out and leave me alone.
the needed angle of skepticthe needed angle of skepticthe needed angle of skepticfrom fortune cookie insertof "beauty, charm and adventure"opened to a full worldrazor sharp eyesbefore an audiencedanglesa strand of hairof trutha slit of trustspread apartbeading mouthwith your slumpstanding like you always doand youa reflection of your shadowyour shadowa reflection of youfruit punch stainluminous peaks of tilefrigid cold flooron to the floormy head offtherenot so muchunconscious