Gone.

When someone dies

does it have to hurt?

And when someone leaves

is it worse?

For so long I’ve loved you,

and for so long it’s hurt.

But for days and time

you’ve been a friend of mine.

To the end of my wits,

the depth of your sea,

we were paralleled in surrealism.

And I, no longer in this void.

Now, I want for nothing

this that is not mine.

For I am a puppet, 

of my hopes divine.

So hear me, hear me

for it breaks a piece, 

it causes a rift,

and it cuts our tie.

I must be free,

to finally breathe.

So, this is the last

you’ll understand of me.

Farewell my friend,

I love you more

 then you’ll understand.

Blind

I’m on the edge of darkness;

this light blinds my eyes

my legs and arms function

but my thoughts are stuck in tar

Here my feet stand

before on hands and knees

this place my body fears

my mind it tries to flee

The ground is damp with tears

where once before was blood

tells why the rocks are red

this, a forever changed land.

New Moon

Everything happens for a reason...right? No. What I believe is that we make reason out of everything that happens. Otherwise what's the point of anything at all?