You're eating yourself. Don't ask me to join.

AGAIN AGAIN
I CAN FEEL IT!

Your silence is too much proof.
I wish I didn't know you like myself
I wish I could ignore the tug of wires on flesh!

NO NO!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

You've had too much,
But never enough!
Your full of the same shit that's killing you!

PUTRID FLESH
AND WHITEWASHED BONES!

And you're full of it
And while you throw it up on your shoes,
You're picking it up to regurgitate.

Nomad

Confined spaces where the mind is cramped
From being unallowed to unrobe and stretch.
I'm restless but weary,
Relentless and fading,
My fingernails still grasping the edge.

I rehearse preconceived limitations
Fencing in every surface on earth.
And cannot join company
With any singularity
Perchance my dispassion becomes evident.

So I'll drive
Cursing red lights.
I just want to be anywhere but here.
Perhaps misery does love company,
But sadness fancies solitary.

Embracing Robotics

Your eyes don't flicker.
They are like marbles in cripted diamond,
Or coarse sand that ne're witnessed rain.
My God, what has he done to you?
You look like a shock-treatment patient,
Or a mental house victim.
The wires are disconnected from the outlet.
As you sit and stare. Static.
Your mind sailing upstream
In search of what you used to be.
But you absorb life - while lost.
Lost in the aftermath.

Better safe than sorry (It always applies)

There are two lovers
In my life. One is named Safe
And one named Sorry.

Leave well enough alone (Eaten by the shading)

As I was walking,
I fell into a shadow-
Like my barren mind.

raven's eye

windchimes glisten.
but the wind cannot rip reality - black fingernails - from the cuticles of tree fingers.
your breath is sad.
like humanity.
as you deeply expel the filth that you have no say but to swallow -
like cigarette smoke.
did one who lives in the icebox ground
once plea to habitate their current dwelling
before their time?
would they be sorrowful to see us...
wondering to be in their company.
two ghost.
we prefer community of the peaceful dead.
rather than those who contribute to clique.

Mind numbed.
It's been pulsed down with a grinding tool.
Unable to speak after the fact.
What has become of us?
I thought you were my savior.
Now the damsel is her own rescue.
You're just like all the others. The ones I differed from.
Proud and full of mass produced bubbles.
Your ears are sucked inside themselves.
Your anger is reverberating off my words.
"I" am beautiful, but I don't mean a thing to you.
Refrain from using that slang.
I can't bear to think how it suffocated me into my willful chimera.
Either punch my eyes or turn away.
You've turned me into something strange.
Something that is estranged from you.
I love the raven,
But you are not a raven.
Because I'm not dead yet.