We were just mindless beings
Lost and running
Flip flops clacking
Hitting wet pavement
Sending erratic echoes
Through the abandoned quadrangle

Crash landing on the hilltop
Falling straight to the grass
Staring up at the sky
We were as light as feathers
Letting the wind lift us
To wherever it pleased

Traveling to other worlds
Rotation after rotation
Blissfully absent
Exhaling our worries
Swirling delicate smoke
Into the grips of the stars

Having intimate conversations
With the lonesome moon
Thousands of miles away
Not the moon but ourselves
We were fighting for memory
We were fighting to be found

Distracted by the night sky
Foggy eyed and distant
Alone and cold blooded
Hidden in the tall grass
We were just mindless beings
Slowly slithering to oblivion

Sometimes as I walk past the parade grounds
And see all the tiny little flags filling its space
And the trumpet man solemnly proclaiming deaths…
I think of what could have been
How your itty bitty hand
Would’ve wrapped around my finger
And your dark brown eyes
Would’ve stared at me in wonder

She is as empty as the grave she buried for you

I''ll try not to obsess over it
I promised not to get mad
I'm not.
It might echo in my mind throughout the day
Tomorrow and the next day
But oh well.
Don't worry babe.

I'm good at hiding things that sting you know..

He was different
the moment he left the hospital
In a moment of unconsciousness
his soul had been robbed

He was left limp and helpless

His only way to regain power
was to stalk his prey
and take us mere humans
in his cold, metallic hands
and crush us
and break us
squash us like ants
wipe off our meaningless blood
make us something less
make us feel the nothingness
in his hard and hollow chest.

His emotions were programmed
when it came to
sad movies,
telenovelas
and other *******

But nonexistent when it came to us mere humans.

I can taste the metallic warmth in my mouth as I bite the inside of my cheek and stare out into the quiet, foggy morning.
I cringe at the thought of the unavoidable dullness that lies ahead and my mind becomes clouded with an inexplicable angst.
“Maybe today will be better,” I whisper to myself with a longing that immediately stings my insides and leaves me aching the rest of the day.

we’ll destroy ourselves
for a feeling
of being completely disconnected
from all of you
from ourselves
we fear you we fear ourselves
our reflections spit hate
haunting us
nightmares of that same face
and running
and ourselves
you are we are
what we’re running from
and we’ll destroy ourselves for a moment
to get away from disasters
mishaps, misfortunes
evils
damage in doses
our restlessness
insomniacs in love
with destroying ourselves
we’re running we’re hiding
as long as we can forget for just a moment
just give me that moment
and all will be well
take me softly  destroy me slowly