between the sound of wind and dead water awaits the chill of apathy, poc marked with disillusion



regalia, studded in reality

need is a riddle




so it should be worth the time it takes to inhale and asphyxiate from all the worst case scenarios

my tragedy i suppose

i don't really see the good in anything
is it worth the hope?


throw another branch into the fire while i try to touch the sky



try to sit down and never wonder why






i've had this lifelong numbing scene

sifting logic out among the screams




in my head




and i'm running out of patience because i hate running blind




it's all i can do to remain in view

feels like wasted time burning for a reason, still lost inside the dark charade


broken pen and a ruined page



when it isn't blank



and there's nowhere left to land



sitting, holding broken glass and head in hand
in the end


is where you'll find me



failing to see the bigger things in front of me and i swear to god i'm not the effect


but living as the cause is living with the shame of knowing that happens every time you open your mouth to speak


watching ships sink around your throne


leaving you standing in murky waters and fog alone


a problem dressed as a man of stone




and now i want enough to care








veils falling away from me when there's drugs to kill the pain

how do we ever feel the same


day to day we wash ourselves away in synthetic satisfaction now everyone's alone in their own way




cold in an old way



bring me change on the wings of my desolate wind


then let me carry it away


stakes and chains will help it stay



the screaming damned sing their screams of pretty drippy things entailed in the red tide

across the sand scoured waste and otherwise blighted blastlands of my head and mind


sometimes i wish i was blind so i could see more clearly


because it still feels like home


it's where i am when i feel alone



sitting holding broken glass and head in hand





it's where i'll be