Monday, August 29, 2011

Melancholia

Like moments of fear and ink to bone
No matter the surface, deep down she's alone.
She's alone in the crowd, alone on the floor,
All around, the monsters roar.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Cherries

For a lot of those people it was the drugs, then the depression. Then a different type of drugs to cure that. For me it was the fuzzy peace of drugs that took away the pain, at least temporarily. "That's a short cut to addiction..." she said, winking a heavily lashed eye.
But everything in that life was addictive, certainly...

Sunday, August 7, 2011

New Fear

And through the storm, feel me shake
Nurse me through pain and the pills I take.
And through the storm, smother my roar
I'm so so scared that I love you more...

Monday, August 1, 2011

Bivouac

I miss those nights:
Around the fire with all the fun we could want. Smoke filled tents and screaming dreams. Visions on the sands. Bodies colliding and laughter, everywhere.