Addiction

Not to be aided but I'm dependent
Not to be able to break away from these carcinogens
Something is beating in my body
and my clock says it's time
In the night is when I'm vulnerable
In the dark is when I trip
and I don't know when this fall will end.

When we find the buildup to much to be released
then it is time for the slow intake
and acceptance of what may be
or what has been.

He left his home this morning
he left her alone this morning
and on his way to the bus stop
the sky fell tears on his face.

She woke up alone in her home
and she knew that what had been
was their last moments together
and for now she doesn't regret her mistreatments towards him
and what may be
is them never together again.

She'll find her sick pleasure in her depression
and more sick pleasure in her self pity,
despair, and loathing.
She'll listen to the most depressing music
and look forward to the tears.
But the buildup is to much and she won't release
and 'what may be' is bleak...uncertain.

He is tired of hoping.

two ships, it's dark

It's a grip of one side
and a single mind refuses
to aim for balance
and as these ships pass in the dark
the weight of one side causes us to sink
and we look up with hateful eyes
waving a fist full of disgust
and before we realize we're dead
we remember how right we are.
So our refusal to mediate
and our persistence of hate
will not be a legacy remembered,
but just another
sunken ship forgotten on the ocean floor.