Please don't remember me.
I want to be that lost thought that haunts you;
I'll dance on your tongue without mercy
Drunken morning breath that is the only recollection of the night before;
The undistinguisable sour taste
Let me be the hum of a song that you can't quite come up with the lyrics to
I am the story you never cared to finish

Rocket-ship footie pajamas and stars from the galaxy on his bed
Running 'round the yard with a fishbowl on his head
He'd stutter the names of the planets and stars
with no desire other than to walk on Mars.
The boy created his own ship:
cardboard box, crayons, and a paperclip
3
2
1
BLAST OFF
The roar of the rocket drowned out his nemesis' scoffs
Days, months, and even years past
His big chance was here at last
He looked upon Earth with shock and awe
A bluish green dot was all he saw
Distant lights and strange color specs
No sign of alien lifeforms to detect
Everlasting darkness engulfed him
His life-long dream is actually quite grim
With the stale taste of toothpaste food
His heart sank with the lonely journey he had pursued
He longed for his loving mother and his dog
He'd had enough of the Milky Way's fog
He pined for the place he had aspired to leave
That blue-green dot forever he'll cleave
With a homesick feeling he reached for the throttle
Unfortunately the fuel was at the end of the bottle
With tears in his eyes and hopelessness in his chest
He decided to try a deadly quest
With the last of the fuel he blasted his jets
It was his last possible effort and he had no regrets
With a million to one odds;
He had to contribute his success to one of the Gods
He hit the atmosphere and exploded in flames
Busted the cardboard and ruined all of his games
The boy rushed back to reality
Relieved he didn't reach his fatality
Exhausted and satisfied
His adventure had only just been outside
Looked upon his fishbowl that now had a big crack
The little boy decided his journey warranted a snack.

With a rotting heart and aching lungs I plea to God
I've been fighting for so long, my toes are sore
My ribs are protruding against my paper walls
And the only marks on my milky skin are sun spots
Blood shot eyes stinging to stay open
Begging to flood
But they have no reason

Bass beating in my ears
Mute the world
See the angry mouths spit
Drum matching the pump of my heart
Grit my teeth.
Hold my breath.
Close my eyes.
Blasting lyrics sing my hatred
Increase the volume.
Melt away reality
Sink into the rhythm
Disappear.

Sitting in the stairwell
The howling wind is calling
Inquiring for change
Starting as a whisper
evolving into pleas
Dancing through my twisted hair
as if trying to pull me back
It sirens me to leave this place
Warning of entanglement and snares
But I wait for keys to unlock the door
but not to welcome me home