the clothes in my closet are dead men

they swing and they sway and they twist and then,

they fall...and they fall to the ground.

I'm still awake but no one's around.

Nobody here but the dead men,

the dead men that hang like clothes in my closet.

Only I watch them their flailing stop,

only I hear them when they drop,

only I feel them when they fall

right by my bed, against the wall.

This morning in my closet I hung all my clothes,

but why are they gone in the dark? No one knows.

My dear just look closer, they're still there I suppose...

the clothes of the dead men, all in neat rows.

I see over my head the shadow of a noose,

faces of dead men scream to be cut loose.

The choice is mine, there isn't much time

or one day I'll join them, hung with twine.

Then I'll turn and I'll sway, I might even dance

with the dead men that hang like clothes in my closet.

Basement shower

Left alone for an hour

Just my fourth bottle

Slipped in the tub startled

Grapefruit sugar-free soda

Sure sign I’m going down

Wistful casanova

Trapped in this bathroom town

Detox Tea

Candle on the counter

Yoga, classical records, silent plea

The signs are getting louder and louder

But I can’t hear

Drunk for dinner

My mind, I looked slimmer

Send me down to again

Washing away my sin

With grapefruit body wash

I can’t breathe under water

But I can dance, just watch

I can lose myself and all I taught her

Peach Tea

Surrounded by Epsom salt

Praying amongst the weeds

Forget it was my fault

I can’t speak

I'm Okay.

I swear I am.

I'm not great.

I'm not good.

I'm not alright.

But I am okay.

Darkness

to you

means darkness

But darkness

to me

means there is no light

it has vanished

never to return

Darkness means

he comes

He

sits beside me

telling me that he is there

that it's good to cry

that I am alone

I have no one

except him

Where is the light?

Where has it gone?

Why has it left me, so alone?

He is not a man

he is a demon.

His body

blacker than coal

He has no eyes

but he is ever staring at me

His teeth

jagged

white in the dark

sharper than knives

His smile taunts me

"You are alone, it's just me and you"

"Smile" he says

"Smile like me"

I used to dance

among the trees and grasses

among the rivers and leaves

I used to dance

with the wind on its way

begging and pleading that it would stay

But like everything else on this earth

the trees

the grasses

the rivers

the leaves

will all pass away

Even the wind

won't be able to stay

Why must they leave?

Why must they go?

Why can't we dance?

I can't possibly know.

Eyes twinkle in the soft glow of the moon

and the crickets and frogs are singing their tune.

The stars shine on the water

reflecting their gleam.

Nothing can compete

with stars such as these.

Silver and gold

laced into the night

catch a few wishes

in their great flight.

I wish I could be there

singing with the frogs and crickets

Then I might make

a few more wishes.

I know that out there,

somewhere,

there is a boy.

just as lost,

just as lonely,

as me.

And maybe,

one day,

one hour,

one thousand years from now,

we will meet.

And when we meet

we will be best friends.

He will hold me

and whisper all his secrets.

Can't dance

and it's too wet to plow

but we will make it,

somehow.

As long as we are here

we are never lonely

we are always free.

We may always be lost,

we may never find our way back,

we may never live out this cursed life

but whatever becomes of us,

I'm glad I share this broken path with him.

The burdens I bear, the pain I suffer,

is all worth it,

for a lost boy.

I stood at the side of the ship, running my hand along the rough edge.

The saltiness made me remember the scent of raw flesh.

Atlantica, siren of the waves.

Rose from the waters and whispered my name.

She swam these oceans, hunting meat.

She came alone, approaching the fleet.

Her trident in hand, raised to the sky.

I knew then, I was destined to die.

I looked down at my body, pierced by her spear.

But before I died, I let her hear.

I was coming for her, she’d better lie low.

I’d be back for revenge before the sun’s glow.

I slipped into death, becoming a ghost.

Behold there stood a deathly host.

I stared at myself with a menacing eye.

Now it was Atlantica's turn to die.

I still felt the trident, protruding from my body.

Her death, I would copy.

The air smelled of fresh blood mixed with salt.

The waves were a deep emerald.

I plunged beneath the sea, catching a glimpse.

Of her tail, a reddish tint.

She screamed a celestial scream of death as she looked upon my face.

My hatred and rage set my body ablaze.

I smiled as I pulled the trident from my chest.

And drove it into her own, her eyes closed to rest.

I inhaled the scent of blood, my revenge was now complete.

I was able to finally rest in peace.

I’m hopelessly fake

I’m just a prop

People like me for the adventure

But when it comes down to it they brush me aside because I’m just an entertaining act

Can’t see past the joke

They’ve only seen the picture I show,

now that’s that’s all I see

Broken heart again

nobody ever stays

They all say I’ve lost my head

She drowned in the bottle left unattended

Keep laughing the show it never ends

Tragedy, love, she just couldn’t see

Blame it on the charmer the snake never bit me