Alchoholic haze
My mind's lost in a maze.
A never ending psychedelic phase.
I broke my 2 year streak last night.
The moment I did,
My dream life shattered try as I might.
My wife heaving on the quaking floor,
plates and food a decoration around her grotesquely splattered.
Cries' a white noise distorted by some white sugar, nothing mattered.
In a haze I held the bills in my fists,
And let them go to play some 21.
Stepped into the night that will never light,
I'll eventually wake up through my gun.
Right now Im running through
A film strip of a nihilistic movie that continues
It's ending, well known.
But I can't go back.
My mind cares,
My body doesn't.
Daunting steps
My world shifted that day,
I felt alone.
My position irrevocably changed.
Before my memory, all I remember were feelings.
Feelings of protection, comfort and attention.
My mother was missing that morning,
my father dressed me up and left me at a building.
My first step of evolving.
Where are you going dad?
I saw my great aunt there, among the sea of unknown faces.
Her smile seemingly saccharine while I, horrified.
Shrieks, miniature hands,
play acting calm voices -You're not my mother!
I saw a kaleidoscope of colours
through my tear bubbles,
always full to the brim.
Where was I?
I was at pre-school.
THE ROSE CITY
The ruins run across the walls;
Carved into stone, their legend speaks
Through the hauntingly beautiful halls.
As Petra's ancient artwork calls,
Through the old houses that creak;
The ruins run across the walls.
It's history, one can't help but recall;
As intricate efforts and hard work leak
Through the hauntingly beautiful halls.
Smattering of bullets decorate it all,
One goes back in time, wonder at its peak;
But now, the ruins run across the walls.
The stories, like the sirens call,
spread their songs in a way that leave you weak;
Through the hauntingly beautiful halls.
Traditions echo through and stall,
Sometimes alluring, sometimes meek.
The ruins run across the walls,
Those hauntingly beautiful halls.