Thin Line

Never lose hope, even if you’ll fail.

I told you how I felt,
And you just froze,
Like a snowman in a storm
Calm and existing with the weather
Before the sun rose back again and melted him down.

I’m sure about my feelings to you,
Like a drunken sailor loves his rum
Drinking it down like there’s no tomorrow,
But there is a tomorrow…

I’m hanging on a thread here,
With both ends cut off,
Caught mid-air,
Screaming with my hands orbiting the atmosphere,
I’m about to fall.

The human brain,
A mean machine, of constant thought,
Driving a person towards eternal insanity,
Feelings too intense to consume.

I drink to your love every night,
Hoping, just hoping it’ll come,
Banging on my door, 4,5,6 A.M
I’ll be awake by then,
Staring at the entrance
Like a soldier on duty
Waiting not the enemy,
But the ally, that will end my agony.

Out

Overwhelmed by myself and my imagination. I’m out of everything.

Illusion of choice and freedom
A mirage of lights,
An inundation of beings
Creatures, things
Overwhelming my paranoia

Amethyst and cordovan imagery
Adding to my misery
Wallowing deeply in my wild imagination
What is real to me, I don’t know,
Like a wild pang of a paw,
Stripping me out of consciousness,
And back into the spiral of madness

Erupting volcanoes,
Oozing out the redness of my soul,
As deep as a hole
Concave and hollow,
And ransacked out of love,
Out of tenderness, out of emotion,
Out of sentiment, out of affection,
Out of love, and out of life.