Tar

Violent madness the sort accompanied by wails and screams..
No calm emptiness of a lobotomy to free.
Just thoughts that pour like boiling tar through me...
Enough enough!!

Porcelain

Scorched earth and pouring rain
From both, shade I seek.
This withered tree is all I see
So over the cliff I run
Hoping for a quick respite.
A world this cruel
A life this fragile

Conversation in the absence of words

The beads of sweat..
whispers a wish for shade.
The feigned interest in the fish-eye stare
murmurs of masked disgust.
The furrowed crinkle
rustle the doubts within me.
The rumour of a smirk
sighs curses from afar.

At sea

Burning behind my eyes
A tightness squeezes my head
tired thoughts swim
A sea of fire and ash

Hollow

Wallow
how long will i wallow?
Shallow

How shallow can I be?

Hollow

As hollow as drift wood?

Callow

Would i ever learn? 

Impotent

I am bored of this game...
My heart is too tired..
This stoic resignation is all I have..
watching you run around in the dark, I sit impotent.

As I crush my dignity with guilt and insecurity.
Unable to squash my ego I wait for annihilation.
Impotent to bring it upon myself, I watch you run around in the dark.

I cannot look you in the eye, all I see is myself falling from grace.
As I fall I scream at my impotence.
So silently I urge you to push me.

towards the end

The shadow lay dark across the landscape...
my mind has been shrouded in defeat.
There are no prophecies to say that green things will grow  once again.
This mind has been burned and smashed.
It is now barren and covered in ashes.

There are no prayers to save me..
or songs to soothe.
No words to give false hope,
only the waking dream that needs to end.