old.

whole and lucid
uncut by serenity.

engraved and featured
by sleepless weekends,
frayed ended people,
empty chairs,
four a.m the music starts..

this time to kill
and this truth be upset,
can you possibly be
as anymore to judge
this is as good as it gets

youth be foretold
to age is to defy

afternoon.

i am so sorry
apologies and forgiveness scathe;
to once was failure now clarity
all it is of what i compel to lose
to the unjust wisdom and cleverness
life had its bounds
damned it is as i am my end
i tore apart a decay so nurturing
i could look up once
and give a hundred adjectives
pertaining to the faceless reasons
that insobriety made so absolute

i have what is unholy
that is to contemplate estranged and afar
sedation
bless me whims of my beloved anonymity

excuse my partition
to scold the few undeserving
of tranquility

might i name the
solidarity where my heart beats to?
should i be less of what i bleed as a rose?
sweet sedative no..
chased to the beer never..
all encompassing to embalm me of THC..
none is far more to ostracize cunningly

gone.

transcribe headaches that come
random notes to list certainty:
hangover dissolved in hiatus
and to lighten enjoyment
that once sadness dwelled
obscurity is secluding..
regardless of what they all say

it resurrects death deep inside
maybe holding back
i can rejoice the embrace of the unearthly

it is named after my birth
understand limit only in threshold

nothing is wrong at all..

one.

ominous
are what seem to be the vilest
of these loud
preoccupying messages
mentally fluctuating

i failed somewhere
and yet i forgot what it was
to fulfill
satisfy an urge that unravels
beauty and metaphysical..
like dreaming only to sleep
that somewhere in silence
for the less of the aged
gangrene is medicine

once upon a time
boredom blessed me a great gift
and her sanctity so sacred of a friend
(yet inversely)
despair birthed maturation,
that calling it names as such:
"incompetence", "solitude"
or "routine"..
sweetens the height of phenomena

the changes
simulate black lights
that once upon a time
is an ending for one
not to foresee
but be spiritually abjure

i am welcomed with its warmth.