The sky, sickly
What obscure light
Brilliantly
Should emit from the stars
Stays selfishly hidden
Behind the oak's outstretched arms

Effulgently eyeing me
A bird flies by
Quietly
Preying before the end of this twilight
He plays my only witness
To these revulsions tonight

Cautiously cantering
The leaves beneath me
Trembling
As if they're sharing my trepidation
Decrepit and decaying
They crackle in communion

Suddenly silencing
The world no longer shrieks
Stifling
Contadicting the noise so accustom
Now all fall faint-hearted in fear
Of an anchor watch phantom

My mouth, drying
A mentholated slime
Salivating
Surrounding my thirsting tongue
A stale breath of rancid smoke
Outlines my blackened lungs

Brackish and briny
Viscous blood mixes so well
Vulgarly
With remaining muck of tar and nicotine
A toxic solution
Poison most revolting

Somberly scented
A once amiably acute aroma
Diluted
The polluted city air enveloping
Nature's essence
Distressfully dissipating

Horrid and haunting
As if my fear left a scent
Sharpening
Lingering a rather raunchy smell
Of my sweat and blood
Of surviving this Hell

Chilling and chasing
The wind rushing
Gushing
Through my skin with such force
But who is to blame
As wind shows no remorse

Poking and prodding
The rocks on my back
Pricking
As I lay down for a night of rest
Looking amuzed at the limbs above
As if they're possessed by some royal jest

Silently slipping into solemn sleep

Peacefully protruding into pondering dreams

Momentarily making my mind feel at ease

And now realizing it's not always as bad as it seems

My escape is a dream...

...one of which I never wish to wake up from.

Serenity overwhelms those used to drowning in their own teary rain
Peacefully enraged, a blistered fury conceals the pain
Inconsistent through thoughts
Ratting webs of emotions
But how am I to please each of theses sensations?
Again and again
My thoughts drive me insane

Am I going insane?

My unconscious guilt
Plays on my hearts blame
This matted mess I’ve made of life
Such lack of integrity
Among fucked up priorities
Just as everything seemed to be right
Now nothing’s the same

Am I going insane?

Frustrated yet calm
I refer to meditated pleas
Yet the anger interferes
Please
Help me, please
Am I killing my soul
Am I losing this game

Am I going insane?

The faintest whisper of your deadened voice
Rings through my ears harsh as a scream
And in my dreams I see you
Your mouth moving
Proving that while I can’t hear you
You’re communicating
It should be so clear
But it’s never clear
Wait

Am I going insane?

Your scent lingers in the midst of nowhere
I breathe in deep, enveloping my share
A sudden high overwhelms my all
But then I fall, I fall and fall
Because of you

Am I going insane?

Your elusive image making no sense
Still, I’m in some sort of trans
As you’re all I can think of
All that revolves in my mind
My heart’s only dream
My soul’s only fear
I thought you were here
But you’re nowhere
Nowhere
I know now
My need for you
My pleas for you
Have made me

Insane

The newly frozen river plays as stage in such a show of nature's grace
The last bird of December piloting through the sky, planning his escape
Silence isolating my mind for reflection within this, my heart's haven
While the wind whispers sweet sentiments of yesteryear into cognition
Incense of wintry element consume me as comfort's brought by a gentle numbing
Distant wafts of smoke provoke me, now wishing for a mild fire's warming
The chilled air about me possesses a refrigerated relish of its own
The crisp flavor of frozen ice chips escape on my thirsting tongue
The wind embraces me tenderly til its grasp becomes too excruciating
The last flower's frozen petals shatter with even the slightest of stroking
Apprehensive
As all the world is suspended in the frigid spell of winter
While time is a perpetual burning
That can never be frozen