I like to have things under my control,
I lose my head when I don’t...
I didn’t have a drinking problem.
Alcohol was just background noise...
Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...
Picking up the pieces,
Filling in the blanks...
Do you see me?
I never have...
We forget the shapes of our banners
Have been sewn from skin...
This darkness enclosing,
these shadows prevail...
Like a river when it falls
There is no pain to feel...
Blue sky
cerulean calm...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
the fallacy of boyhood
a starting line with no end...
Shame on me for believing that this was different,
For fooling myself into thinking I was special...