Unfriend.

fat. trim.

fat and trim,
a house inside a hole.
fair and fluid,
what have you done?.
the living night merely shuts one eye, can we go on to speak taking pain.
is this a dream somehow?, is this breathing everything to muster?
have you so much peace of mind
decaying and balanced in just hate.
just rewards.

the gate of entry, the hermit trap of no exit
hold in between like prison bars.
all is unwell in the ending, how far have you come.
will you be alone as you travel going lost,
will you see no apology
as was of your birth there was truly none.
and he couldn't have it still..

his beating heart

disappointed.
but there's no one else to trust.
every second of time is a snoozing alarm clock.
losing for what he left now, as a path aimed to set for the better.
defeating to such
for only is a must, and it is the only thing left.

to think
be anywhere near now, so much in stance
and cannot be taken back.

I had hope in the unfaith

and I shed off like broken skin

but goddamn,
how fair it is so fat and trim.

zero to moonrise.

zero to moonrise,
calculating demise,
time inhibits and won't suffice.

he won't be outside if he thinks it's right.
and change
isn't there for he can always afford what he can't buy.

how can you hate,
and how can you not hate; this silence is golden.
and to scream inside you can call him your friend,
where does it end?.

for them all to rue, that their sleep will forever bite.
they don't have anything,
and grasp for something;
it means to hurt is to feel.

i wish them as they are
only ghosts among themselves.

right.

rain pouring the streets,
filtered and strained,
sad from anger.

drenched in an 80's neon light,
you know what you can be,
sitting down only watching,
merely forever is yet for another time,
and another place.

how the sound of this could be,
if you can only hear it,
resonating.
once but to all shall belong.
tilted without air,
without wisdom,
not wanting what you hear can only be,
what you see.

the end awaits not sleeping,
only for its own and redeeming.

how long has it been since you felt something.

meek then.

this for the one who was once lost
known now as born to find god.
forgetting to hate, and capsized hating only inside.
pain to look for
is as life fades beneath the waves
waiting incomparable.
how enlightening it is a plus
drenched in but hammered as goodness and satiety;
searching how it tastes of a woman's sweat,
even redeeming for anything like a masked smile
i thought of once to look up to.
and the fatherless
and motherless servitude blames it an eternal mile.

yet i feel more human grinning,
i am afraid that place serves you more
being afraid.
i can still look down at that presence therein

that was never there before in the first place anyway.
and then finally
just maybe
you can blame your jesus
and the neighborhood drunk satan.

gaming unlawful carnal knowledge.

the failure of reality,
objective is always to me.

and now i can't talk
so much of nothing
useless is meaning.
writing whilst time abides
and suddenly awaits to my side
thinking too much becoming me and from behind.
the grasp you can't hear for the music you miss
waiting for no slave,
cleansing bitter to taste and where am I?

come back to me;
my dreams are not dreams
yet always was you belong living my serenity.
working my way to sleep
and time abides
and suddenly awaits i can never be comforted
in a failure in reality.

lethargy.

the black sleep.
it awaits on to excruciate living pus from that is loving,
blistering fingers grasping my face in vigor.
i dont even flinch, it is welcoming.
caressing automation and a sense of disbelief
minding nor my arms or legs.
heeding blitz and hours of halftone gray
sought in sewn eyes attempting to open,

somewhere i am enthralled to the sound of rainfall in the pale cold.

dreamless.
the hellbound heart whims inside to listen and detune;
slowly to be laced to the ledge of life going under butterfly knives.
swallow for yourself,
it is always the first time, and the only time.
and this is it.
losing it all to this, there is not much to be said.
the emptiness is filled with emptiness,
so rare, hemorrhaging for days cant even stop.
i think i should be afraid, and i think i cant think foremost
for all there is
is what have always been waiting patiently in the black sleep.

no hymns and no woes.
this death is the birth, half of life is half of this worth.
it synchronizes a dance in saffron-colored water,
in soaring thin and median cumulus red sky
the dashed hopes words cannot utter for it is in too deep.


...suddenly i woke up with a smile on my face.
and i never wanna leave this place.