shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
Tag: Life
magic shop;
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
passive forks
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
lonely timer
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
a night long ago;
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
burning mansion;
trial of fire;
belly of butter
churn a wheel
open the door
crank the wire
guild of fire,
we built these chains
latched them on
cried for freedom
watched the light from a keyhole
failed in the 8th; secret treasure
sail away
like dexter morgan sail away
end up on an island
far enough away
no one knows your face
gone lost without a trace
far enough away
no one will know
your name
life
binge watched all twenty one seasons
still rewatch for easter eggs
details i might have missed
annotated like a story,
a story that grows with time
carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;
the old you missed out on the new me
truly all bad things come in three
pessimistic accent
it’s not that
i’m not good or bad
just not enough
to be called glass half full
Saint's Muse 