What I see is already empty
and movements are painful
nothing should have happened.

Deathly Dreams

Humans think we will get something better then what we live with in the real world. We want to believe a higher something is out there. We all must live for something even if we just live for our death to go into heaven or have some kind of a better afterlife. I am believing that there is no heaven and just no afterlife at all. Our imaginations and dreams want us to be something and to claim the best, but in the end is just the end. There is nothing else to come from anything. I am sick and tired of living and just rather die. So in my death I imagine I go nowhere and not even become a ghost. I just die and so does all of humanity because I dreamt everyone up I ever met.

Tough Ground

I didn't know what time has done when a building of rust was created.
It lasted for about three years until someone got cut, bled, and died.
Drained of life and soul, no one could keep you.
You wallowed in fallow dirt and grimy soil.
I constructed an immaculate grave stone that stands there
commemorating the death you owned.
Surrendering details of digital filth,
weeds crowd the stone
no one sees it now.

Claim Silence

Throwing away intrepid involvement
meaningless gages minimal obsidian women.
Obsolescence is iridescence ridiculing formidable shame.
Counterclockwise intuitive blame
asunder shadows in blind light.
Holding the knife encourages power
to be on prowl of what scares oneself in the night.
Deeper the protrusion is an inconclusive
pain wiped away at the windowpane.
Looking out into silhouette trees
mirroring threshold endurance fame.

Dreaming of a Wish

Lake water is a dream
sparkling in sunlight seems
all your days doing.
A horrid face that your eyes
look out from
derange the vision with tears
acidic lullabies corrode the skin.

Destroy Me

I know you think you are
All that shines
Warnings are precious
Zoo screams memories
Pendulum decays
What is new
These trippy days
Past the get away
Trains in yard
Killing is hard
Have you heard
Fearlessness is kind
The soft bunnies hop
Grass becomes greener
Clouds are stone gray
Spring is slow in arriving
I have not had my fill of cake
Drive me off the cliff
Fulfill my thoughts of rope
Dangling about my neck.

Kill Me to Kill You

A lonely gun has no voice
and mystery ants march on the trigger.
Laughing sparrows pick at the barrel
and the mice sniff the handle.