CotyJames

Two years past, maybe a third since the day of his birth, too soon to be anything. Slowly, he falls to the earth with blood on his shirt; that's all of his everything. And Tears fall down like a hail storm, and, weeping, she buries her first born, and Time will tell her truth of all there is to lose; but, it will never give back what it took, ... As she listens to the whispers of the dead, she watches him fret on and on, into eternity, mourning rips the light from her eyes, and as though blackened by fire, her gaze brings its own reckoning. And Judgement is cast like a millstone. Vengence and Wrath burn through her thickened bones. And all

there's only one kind of day under this dead weeping willow a cold shade of grey reminiscent of a lost friend one hundred more nights and there will be more to live for one hundred more days and the world might live again the breeze sings hollow blues as the sky plucks strings of starlight this melody just short of soothing has too slow a step brown leaves as dark as dead lungs crumble at the touch of nothing winter comes too soon and i sleep with shivering breath scream into the trees if you need but they will not hear you nor will they respond to curse or gift the snow will fall above their roots, the ice will break their limbs b

I only ever wanted the dream sleepily entangled in each others limbs bent in love and comfort but I sleep drunk on empty my memories almost mirages from the lapse of time the very scent of her skin sends me tremors but she's ethereal my hands cannot hold the wind this bethany may break me

sleep stolen thru outburts of pain my chest encaves and my limbs break dark and dingy nondescripts pass by my closed eyelids but no rest for the recently woken painkillers and non prescriptions pill only partially pauses the pulsing still slithering silent sub skin snakes i can feel it one half of an inch in six inches from the elbow a knot of moving maliciousness a knowledge of never yielding nameless persecution just eat me you bastard let me slip into sleep like silk from supple skin slinkly sinking softly, slowly

always be the insatiable gravitational well of weirdness perpetually projecting hypnotic pulsations of auto-suggestive amorphous thought-forms till the onslaught of information has worn them thin as political conscience then strike question, probe, always warping, misappropriating, mindlessly veering headlong towards they never saw it coming, headlights to the left, panic but never flinching, reaching for their will, they're brought back from the brink you've ravaged their rationally constructed reality relieving the entire world of certainty then with an image of power in your right eye left them with steadfastness and walked away

i pray the skies open up releasing a deluge of chunky liquid rainbow skat like oh so many candies let loose the logs of the deranged imagination of a not for kiddies cartoon everybody wants it its round, its heavy, its wood i pray for the day i sense heaven below perfectly proportionate to the pompous power hungry piousness pilfering piping hot propaganda above everybody everybody, keep up with the melody when the beat drops, the seats will sop up all your ambitions don't worry, don't worry, its only ready made mental junk food with a thin hard candy shell, wont melt in your hand but it might melt your personality ecstasy ecstasy, b

now i am way to into you and you seem way to confused by me but the way that you look, that way, makes me forget the air the time and my place and i hate the look on your face when you see me walking up drunken bum off the street stuttering would ya spare me a smoke? and you freeze don't even blink and my hands betray me trembling and my tongue cant sit still loosely leering slurrings sweet release did you bring me a drink? pretend to please and let it be sometimes its just feels better to scream but the angry man is screaming you need to leave the eyes on the walls there all looking at me the broken glass