The Apocalypse Game

I never considered it futile

To carry the weight of your pain

A gift conceived by angels

Dark blessings offered in vain

I thought there was something to gain

In never leaving your side

And getting drenched in the rain

You must have felt so much pride

Humans taught me how to be

But they didn’t quite succeed

And so I encompass your light

I’ll forever inhabit the divine

Lines

The blinds are making lines on the walls

Their scent got me bouncing off the walls

Take the keys from the bowl and sniff it up

Steal all the credit cards and line it up

Breathe in through your nose like when the monk said it

Don’t breathe out through your mouth or you’ll choke on it

We havin’ a lil fun with all the white girl

Only men in the room but no white girl

She got me higher than all the broken windows

Just heat the white sand to fix all the windows

Installed the blinds that hides between the lines

He layin’ on his back moaning are his only lines

I put him in my mouth eyes closed as I go south

There’s a lot of snow there while I’m skiing south

The blinds are making lines on the walls

Their scent got me bouncing off the walls

Racing Thoughts

Did I successfully slash his second tire did I assert a deep tone of voice when I yelled at him did I break his phone beyond repair did I impede on his daily schedule did he stay up all night thinking about me too did he wonder what he did wrong does he regret what he did does he understand the reasoning behind my retaliation does he still want to be with me did we have a chance at true love does He hate me now do I hate him should I have killed him should I have pressed charges should I go back to his house for revenge should I invoke a false sense of security claiming to seek forgiveness before I take his life from him did I do the best I could to do the right thing did he shed tears for me would he take me back can I get away with murder am I the hero of this tale am I the villain being molded by this origin story did I make him fear for his life did I enjoy seeing the shock emanating from his pale-face did I do this because I was drunk and high would I have done this if I was sober do I drink too much am I an alcoholic am I a drug addict am I a sex addict do I enjoy making him cry does he enjoy watching me in pain was this a lesson I needed to learn did I fuck up something that could have salvaged me did I overreact did I under-react should I reach out to him should I leave him alone can we move past this can we talk about it am I past the point of no return??????????????????

Holding Hands

Encompassing the world like a siege upon the castle

For buried mementos scavenged from a time capsule

Waves unable to move forward due to stubborn sand dunes

Plums ripe under harsh sunlight shrivels them to prunes

Holding hands

Basking in the peace

Holding hands

Where all conflict cease

So tired

Retired

Holding hands

Falling asleep

Pulled into the earth like a vampire so desperate to die

For losing loved ones due to old age is so depressing to survive

Flames unable to be extinguished for lack of air in the lungs

Hearts pump under silent moonlight exposes them to dust

Holding hands

Basking in the peace

Holding hands

Where all conflict cease

So tired

Retired

Holding hands

Falling asleep

A Night Off of Mourning

If I didn’t have to worry so much about survival,

I would allow myself to succumb to the insanity.

It would be easier to bypass all laws, rules, and etiquette,

To live life where the Id is released into the wild,

Unleashing the carnage to expose bullshit from the guise of the insincere.

What is humility when some are ostracized to keep up appearances?

The factionless destined to wander through space alone forever.

No scream can be heard when a planet and a black hole are one and the same,

Taming the feral beast within while all that keeps me safe is killing me