No Mortgage.

Blundering about the day

Wishing I was dead

No longer can I bear the pain,

or undo what I’ve said

I’d like to heal this ache inside

For what? I am not sure

Maybe during this time on earth,

I shall find the cure

Is it worth the trouble?

Spilling blood,

the tears-

the sweat?

That answer, I may never know

For now,

I pay my rent.

The End of Us

come on, hurry up.

run with me!

a little bit farther, we’re almost there –

stop.

do you see it?

right there, high up in the clouds. see it dancing?

it’s beautiful.

what is it, you ask?

it is the end.

do you understand?

it is the end of you, me, and everyone else on this god forsaken planet. but

don’t cry.

the beauty will

come fast, hot,

red,

violent, but quiet.

it will wash over us, returning us all

into the

stardust we came from.

A Tidy Goodbye

I’m at the end of the road, I’ve hit a block.

My so-called life journey, has come to a stop.

With no hope in sight, only blood soaked in fear, I waltz to my grave;

dance of death is now here.

So I’ll tie up my secrets and toss out the key,

knowing that one day,

that stone will be me.