The lone knock upon the door
Taunting and teasing
As the paint bubbles
Smoke drifting under
Sucked back by your inhale
As you wait
Wishfully
For me to allow you in
My shadows scream
Tired of dancing around your flames
Trying to contain the madness
A frustrated puff of ash
Curls out from under the door
Swirls into my sanctuary
Dusting me with gray
But I will brush you off
Just like before
And leave you and your destructive embers
Burning outside my door
I see you wiggle worthlessly
Worming your way through
Every tree fallen apple
Changing your disguise
With such ease
I see the real you now
Bloated and rotting
Full of disease
I see you
Manifest infestation
Like a plague on the wind
Your lies bubble over like blisters
I see now just how
Quickly you can cocoon
And reform your everything
To fit in so perfectly
With just a single second of time
You are reborn
Reformed
Reconfigured
But still the same
Pathetic pretender
No matter the web of lies
You so quickly use to wet
Some new stranger’s eyes
Your scream of caring
Only a whisper
Unheard of
Like a lost soul
In a wind storm
Entangled in Emptiness
Your thundering heart beat awakens me
As I lay with closed eyes
My cheek resting against your thigh
Warm embrace of perfection
Washes over us
Opening my eyes to find
Waves crashing against breakers
I grip tight the drift wood worn smooth
Coarse sand sucking me under
Scorching sun above
Cremating completely
The pyromaniac is back
Taunting and teasing
Grinning wickedly
From the edges of sanity
And I want so badly
To run to the flames
To watch as they dance erratically
To feel the warmth of chaos
Wash away the cold shadows
Of depression
Completely
The pyromaniac is back
Taunting and teasing
Grinning wickedly
From the edges of sanity
And I want so badly
To run to the flames
To watch as they dance erratically
To feel the warmth of chaos
Wash away the cold shadows
Of depression
Completely
The pyromaniac is back
Taunting and teasing
Grinning wickedly
From the edges of sanity
And I want so badly
To run to the flames
To watch as they dance erratically
To feel the warmth of chaos
Wash away the cold shadows
Of depression
Completely
The pyromaniac is back
Taunting and teasing
Grinning wickedly
From the edges of sanity
And I want so badly
To run to the flames
To watch as they dance erratically
To feel the warmth of chaos
Wash away the cold shadows
Of depression
Completely
Picked up and pitched parallel
The waves roll like wrecking balls
No ground
No sand
No reef of reality to reach out to
Tumble into the thunder of turmoil
Roar of darkness deafening
Violently pulled deep
Promise of breath extinguished
As the calm of the abyss
Reaches up with cold hands
To take back all that exists
Paint stained tears
Trickled down
As the crowd jeered
I watched in horror
As he searched for cracks
Within the invisible walls
And found none
Mumbled obscenities circulated
Artless souls trying to spread disease
But today I felt alive
And so from the angry crowd I emerged
Face to face with a sorrowful mime
And together we danced and smiled
Today we folded reality into invisibility
And in our own world
We became the crowd
The King
And the jesters
As we danced in the sunlight
Oblivious to the shadows
Please love, pluck me gently
Pull me softly into a waltz
Twirl me and move me
I love my manipulator
Please just don’t leave me
Collecting dust in the attic
As my strings slowly rot
And the paint starts to peel
Don’t leave me here alone my love
Concealed in packing taped boxes
Of surreal
With a twist and a turn
The light disappears
Fingertips linger
Upon a rope that burns
As it runs
Slipping from grasp
Shutting in once again
The dark comfort of the shadows
Thoughts spinning chaotically
Welcoming the known
Pleading for the wanted
Fingernails dig at the blinds
Hoping for a glimpse of light
A little something
Anything
But outside the sun has set
And nothing but the night
Waits grinning
Like a wolf
Succumb to the numb
Eyes adjust to the dark
Look to the shadows for an excuse
And find only my throne
Sitting silently beneath the noose
I have come to call my own
Tired of the screams
Echoing down imaginary hallways
The strings pulling every piece
A different direction
While the voices laugh and plead
In rain washed streets of glistening
Lines obscured by the flood
Directional stand still
Incapable of breathing
As the Phoenix rises to break
Shadows grab and drag
Back into the ashes of alone
A plume of ash and ember
Swirling
The cloud of confusion enveloping
Everything
So tired of trying
Let me rest beneath these chains
The time for flight
Is not quite right