Do you believe that you belong
In that drowning sensation
Where you’re safe as long as
You’re constantly inundated?
...
It’s funny how nothingness takes too long to end
How anticipation speed time.
It’s funny how we’d want for cries to end
...
I’m happy, you’re happy
But if something goes wrong
Promise me one thing,
No matter what;
...
In the drunken hour
I searched for purpose.
Maybe a hobby, or a job
but all I got was you.
...
Surpass the fading, the nonchalance
I feel the sturdy bells resign
To the pragmatic darkness
As it’s veiled with momentary doubt
...
Stains of his previous pledge
Drip from the dagger
That he has offered you
Wash your hands, poor girl
...
Take yourself away any day,
Away into the dissolving floors
With a gentle call to the seas
In its blanket of lovely sleep
...
Little girls and little boys, be wise
stick to your baby food, toys and be nice
for once you grow up
and hear stories of love
...
there’s a man by the lake
he points to where I should go
I refuse to consider
for my mind’s buried
...
Borrowed time
seemed as significant
as perfume sprayed
on the palm of my hand.
...
An enticing indifference.)
Drinks And Daily Deaths
Do you believe that you belong
In that drowning sensation
Where you’re safe as long as
You’re constantly inundated?
Can I save you, or is it too late
To place you next to me
Where it’s safe, dry and free
From the perilousness of fallacy?
Do you see clearer with it
Instead of resting upon my dress?
Growing apart, drifting away
All it’s ever going to do is hurt you
I see you smitten, betrothed to it
I am helpless, you are lost in its seas
But it is evident that these daily deaths
Would eventually bring us together