Followed in Tears

She has that vacant stare again
The one that brings me to tears
And divides the pairs in pain

Drifting softly in shallow thought
To repetitively flow in this beat
Nightmare to defeat and fraught

This diamond shines no more
But yet drips within the digestion
One final suggestion at the core

Those tears that are crawling
Down my now shattered face
Came from fears of our brawling
That never left their case

An Unforgotten Event

I have woken up in this room before,
Encased in a thin sticky membrane,
Sitting up slightly I glimpse the door,
It's solid oak with a flawless grain,

The walls of stone are a cold winter rain,
I toss my legs off one side of my crypt,
Singing softly asking what's left to gain,
From the darkened ceiling a tear drop dripped,

Caught it in hand just as heart skipped,
Standing to face the exit legs are weak,
Take the first step and feel what ripped,
Soul still lies there waiting to speak,

The tear I caught now runs down my cheek,
Apparition says, "You Killed The One You Love,
Now What Have You Left Yet To Seek?"
Responding, "nothing is left, now void of,

all that i no longer can claim to belove,
has gone from me through my own fault,"

A Strategy Game

Trembling beneath is a soluble motion,
Trickling down softly under if further,
Teasing the needer with subtle deception,
Trenching he, depicting it as a feather.

"My nausea is getting worse," needer complains,
"My cozen nausea!" needer exclaims,
"My perscribed nausea?" needer questions,
"My vile disruptive nausea." needer states.

Whipping around in definitive manners,
Whistles the blown fortress of needer,
Waters calm, yet drowning of planners,
Why my eye, fly in the face of feeder.

Save me now needer, you're the only one left,
Defensive although not considered defending,
Cry out! Sing for this is my only life,
And I am not sure why we just keep pretending.

Untitled for now

I am the fool from Paul's hill,
Descending from it in question,
No longer will I be still,
Although this stance my passion,

Round and Round I continue to go,
Dismantling what is once believed,
Never interrupting silent flow,
And still I will not be deceived,

Drowning after leaving that hill,
I give heed to no ones suggestion,
Even unconscious aspects I kill,
Leaving only conscious discussion,

Seemingly it seems I find a new low,
Situations arise where I can conceive,
And yet I find it difficult, just show,
This tension is all I must relieve.

To Dance with Demons

The Solemn notion of the importance of appreciation steeps,
Pity, pity, pity, is that what we Have been relegated too?
Sitting on that high-And who is really running this show,
Or is it even of any real importance, Now is our time to go,
In peeps, the children Elate, the clay drops fall through,

"Lau Sam-Ho", of good Will and kind of heart, now in fear,
Why must those Of truth, hurt indefinitely due to examples?
Those who are examples fail, Lacking the perspective needed,
Make an instance and Forever drift further from whats real,
And if not, Flourish through the despair of dreaming on and on.

The Ghosts of the Ancestors

Drifting off to sleep, our dreams are safe,
That nausea comes back just as we close our eyes,
Down, Down, Down, into the depths of our soul,
Reaching out for the destination, it crawls away,
Submerging our hides in the liquidity of the dream,
Sticky and dark, perish we may, but not for us to tell,
Give of ourselves to take on the demons of correxion,

Running, ducking, leaping, killing.

This beast controls what we used to be to each other,
Many forms and functions, almost an ecosystem itself,
We cut and tear through pain the enemy has caused,
They are shadows of past transgressions come alive,
Slicing and ripping apart the skulls of the specter,
Claiming them as trophies, but the rest are angered,
Surrounded, we stand our ground and brace for attack,

Awakened by confrontation, its a snap back to reality?

How did I get here

I don't remember what I was doing here,
Sitting in a car with my sister and mother,
Pull from-I discover somethings wrong,
My sister, my dear sister, whats happened?
She is crying while I drive to her house,
That's not really her house, but we go in,
A conversation ensues and I find out abuse,
"He has beaten her!" My mother says,
Just as my brother-in-law walks inside,
But it doesn't really seem like him,
Something is off-she runs up the stairs,
Screaming, but I follow her all the same,
She leaps onto the bed, weeping she says,
"Nothings the matter, I deserved what I got"
I noticed that it wasn't her anymore,
And she is making small cuts on her torso,
Using a blade dulled from too much use,
I hold her down and prevent her cutting more,
Asking her what the hell she thinks she is doing,
She tries to lie but I see right through it,
In response to her lies I respond back in fluid,
"Don't give me that bullshit, I used to cut too"
Awe and shock overcome me and I let her go
We are the same person, but she was suppressed,
I have denied my emotions and with it her,
She dissolves into me and I am left alone,
The universe disappears into a white unknown,
And then, I woke up.