I was dreaming of you And something inside told me I must wake Consciousness opened sorrow’s floodgates in my heart And the pain rushed in Poisoning another day Beyond you Past and away from you But never over… never ended… My spirit can’t be seen But it was broken
Blue-grey smoke holds allure Against the black Married in seamless perfection To my Cuban tobacco tongue Window down, system up Pulse pounds past giving a fuck Moonlight licking shore like Aromatic lips Each heart pluck a steel string Diamond diffusion Through broken tears Necrotic muscle sends Septic plasma round Highways & byways Beneath mayonnaise […]
We are all dying. One. Day. At. A. Time. Remember that. You’re welcome. I’m miserable. And I like to share…
Listen to this track. Nathan’s words say me better than I can today. Just asked a friend and fellow writer: can I let go of my pain, when pain makes me who and what I am. Pain. Darkness. They are the juice that flow in my veins and from my pen. Take them away, what […]
She tasted like coffee and borrowed peace, when he slipped his tongue between her lips…
I have got to find a way out of here This place is slowly Executing my soul
I taste like alcohol suffused teeth Simmering in misery Signifying the end Of love Gone Gone Thankfully Never to return
The death of Us Rendered me a mediocre Video game character. Inhabiting an alternate reality Full of bugs and glitches Prohibitively difficult So there’s no fun Perma-blue, once lovable thing, so armed with sharp-bladed words and a gushing disembowelment ritual suicide upon an altar you once fooled me was cherished. Boring, frustrating, ultimately pointless, bleeding […]
I’m angry in my bones. Tainted by your stain and perfumed in your stench. I don’t recognize or understand the grizzled grey face that looks at me with brown cowed eyes. You were forever, to me. The one where one of us eventually dies, only I never expected you to die on me… Didn’t I […]
The furrow my dead brother so often spoke of, before he left me alone to cope, finally has me firmly entrenched. Unable to see over the sides, let alone claw a way out. Shattered. Like dropped crockery. And the jagged delicate pieces won’t fit together. I want to cease. To die, the end, to blink […]
Blackwater Ink 