passenger

every wave is crashing into dawn's last call

the foamy rays shine though the break at the rocks

the table's set, the dinner bell, the glutton has began his feast

the floating table on the sunken ship contains, consumes the glutton's greed.

i'm gonna take the water bus as far as she goes

i'm leaving now, to find the crowds, perhaps a place i can call home.

i have no map, but i have the stars to guide me as the sailors do,

    but i'm on a bus, bound by routes, i paid my fare, now where to?

the waves come crashing overboard as indecision fills the room,

a sinking ship, a floating wreck, the current's bound to take me soon.

 i'm just a passenger, a passenger, a passenger of you

4:37 AM

as the evening comes, i ride away

but of the view i speak to say

what is this house? what is this home?

i just can't help but feel alone

my turn of coat, i apologize

falls of fear sleep in my eyes

i have no car, i have no home,

i just can't help but feel alone.

        you'll never know

                never know

i cannot leave my consciousness 

for fear of of losing all of this

it's why i lay, so restless now

for nothing anymore. it's loud.

i shake as i glance- at those two.

i'm god-damned scared of seeing you.

i'm terrified of things and home,

i just can't help but feel alone.

cold

do you love me, my stillborn?

do you love me, still?

     your closing beat sounded off in your chest and mine, as ripples do.

all before you were birthed and your heart's regard

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            III                       facts.                      III  

                                                                         glimmer.

oh, my stillborn. i am on display as your pride of indecision. i am a father, mother, uncle, son, and arsonist. 

            i loiter in the waiting room and on the table i give you life, 

                       expecting your cold birth and to put it on ice.

     steadfast, stay! my stillborn! hold your ground at the breaking point!

whatever you do, you must not let the womb retreat from your back

                    because the air means death. 

if you fail i swear i will light you on fire, so long as you are live-born and warm.

            

                                 stillborn....stillborn? can you hear me? will you love me, still?

travels

they've always called me a traveller. i always open the windows. the gusts of chill air slam the doors. they float along, so sound. one day i'll jump at the time as good or better than any other.. my victory flight to a home i am not yet familiar with. i will escape. bound by too many memories, a paradise found. i am lost. bound by a rope thinner than my numbness in sleep, near my right hand. i command such a mutinous mind! come rain, come wind, i am but a leaf blown away in the end.