Why has the night become synonymous with all the ways I wish I could paint by numbers,
Cross the stars to trace your face?

Could I be so certain that the dark contrasts that bleed our canvas wasn’t tainted by the depths we’ve dove?

When the ocean of our souls pulls us under, who would light the fire?
As the light faded to a pinhole,
Could we even see the monsters of the deep,
Waiting with open maws to swallow us whole?

No, it’s the night that takes its hold.
As the taillights streak down country roads,
I know you’ll find a way to signal me home.

Be my liberty,
Be my dream.
Find me in your melodies,
a concert of screams.
I want you to know the me,
no one has seen.

Beyond the cusps of our black mirrors. The night has become synonymous with the way we tangle endlessly.

All the gods are now asleep!
So..
You might want’a get back on your feet!
Now the power is in our hands!!
We can decide to be happy or not give a ****..
Love thy self,
in to good health and a positive peace of mind.
Take a jog and lift some weights..  
Make the best of life!
……
To the bar!

I need you like oxygen,
Want to drink you down like the freshest spring
Mesmerize my sight I don’t want to see another thing
Unless it’s those diamond eyes,
Sparkling refracting lives
I’d spend just to come inside
Find my way home in the fabrics of your soul
Oh, I’m on my way home.

I need you like adrenaline
Bring you mountains if you’re feeling too short on your molehills
We can fight until the sun comes up
If it’ll make you riled, and let me see your wild
I don’t want to hear another thing,
Unless it is the way you moan,
Cooing warmth up my spine
I’ll take you there, make you mine
On my way home.

I need you like you’re ******.
Want to feel your kiss enter my veins
Subdue me with your lips
High from the way your tongue fits
Swirling around connected like an interlock
Singular soul, pneuma, so spiritual in your touch,
I’m thirsty with my lust,
And I’m on my way home.

I need you like oxygen,
Breathing you in
As your scent tickles my senses
I’m hearing colors, seeing sounds
Found my forever space within your heart
Oh, I’m on my way home.

It feels like a blade twisting in my stomach,
And I’m swimming like a shark fin.
I’m sweating from simple tasks and can’t hold a conversation.
Lack of sleep is catching up with me,
And I’m left with a zombie shuffle and raccoon eyes.
If it’s my time,
I’ve resigned myself to it and found solace in a life well-lived,
Constantly transformed.