taking the path of least resistance, unthinking responses become corroded from lethargy. men's hearts hardened by the cruel cancer of sloth. we feed off industries like swine feed out of a trough unaware of our demise.

can one's own destruction be the result of self-preservation? every day presents irreverence, cowering the lesser days' own. pestilence of the mind, pollution of idolatry, unable to discern retribution. your only refuge: a branch.

the sense of belonging: the shallow-rooted tree that desperately grasps the soil, as if the sheer pitching and rotation of the earth were enough to tear them apart. two hands intertwined;fingers like vines that cling together. a force united that shroudstheir vulnerability. one belongs to, the other belongs with.

optimism welling up, tickling the back of my throat. a smile - brief, but there. this karma-enduced misery just may have an end. an eye for an eye. a year served within the confines of my own limitations. it's time to taste sweet freedom, relish in his familiar embrace.

there's something romantic about drowning; a newly-found admiration of air. to have what you cannot breathe. you can't hold. there's no stronger want than that.

we are at the mercy of our equivocal misconceptions: let it bend, break and bleed. show us we are human. that we are capable of pain and punishment. death may be the ultimate release, but who's to say?

impure thoughts: breeding bastard idealisms and purging them to the ears of shepherds. to the masses it is all but webs spun so fine. oh so delicate; intricately made. it traces around their necks as they struggle against the threads of deception. to be stilled, absent of breath for just a moment. and then the earth shook.

a cautionary tale that there are consequences to these imperfect actions. scratched up my humbled knees: ache for it, beg for a change.

trivial imposturous blemishes inflame as this empathy exsanguinates through a pin-point, draining. disdaining. a quarrel with one's morals and the grade.

flesh, bones, blood. that's what i've been reduced to. how can i be responsible for these things you have accused me of?

intimate secrets of my being spoken to the darkness. how they seem less distasteful rolling off his hot breath. this moment holds so many fragments of what has happened. an elicit feeling, finding palms to fingers, laying intertwined. the intimacy catches me off guard; i've become a glutton. inhaling these moments, feeding the desire. his voice like honey; thick and sweet. my mind sticks to every word. but time holds no truth. hell: nothing more than heat that makes sweat tickle down my spine. the heat turned to flames. his tongue split in two, slithering like a serpent, his words contort to compensate for his actions. my mouth to his to put out the fire; i taste her.

a velvet red scarf chokes my vision; so tight my head begins to pulse until a constant ringing. a voice. it bleeds into my ears, pouring in the softness of a hush, gentle song. we'll sing to these cluttered walls of those nights we won't take back; flaws and all. a duet: drunk off the unintentional touches. it becomes a symphony so well rehearsed, we each play our part. our skin, sweat-laced. our breaths, unfocused. our song, it's almost over. i forgot the words to this anthem of lazy lovers.

a year of standing still, running after you. i need help loosening up these knots that embed themselves within my flesh. tracing the ivory bird, i could get used to this.

an unfamiliar whisper. a feeling. it rises and swells. swallows me whole. carries me with the tide. i am over-come by this omnificent wave that has swept me so far.

you've become my canvas; i'll paint you into the image of who i wish you were. with gentle strokes: a rich almond washed over by soft ocean blues. the contrast is so obvious, but not apparent. creased hands and swollen knuckles. i'm lost within the shading.

a trust to have comfort in you has become dictated on words carried by marble birds brought forth in shades of green. she slips her tongue into your mouth: consistantly speaking for you. in time, it will all dissolve much like the vacant buildings which once stood in unison. one by one, reduced to a mere imprint of what used to be. yet people will say: there it once was.

waiting for the day that i out-live my past.

swallow all words that should be spoken; every little truth not spoken is a lie. this is not the reality i built for myself. reduced to rubble. just loose pebbles to be kicked and skipped. but really: everything is okay.

some of the best lessons you learn are from the worst mistakes you've made.

i don't belong here. or there. it's a constant fall with no known end. i plummet; become obliterated. there won't be enough left of me to put back together. relieve your king's men.