Help...

Pleading, waning

He scrawled on the back wall
"Will I be free?"
Cracking burning wrenching
doll faces shine through

It was but a moment of levity
What moment?
Tearing pleading waning
relinquish what he carried.

Will I ever be free?

When This Transit Ends

Nearing the end of the road, so dearly followed.
As if you could fall in love just with journey,
standing on its own, regardless of tomorrow.

Stepping slowly through the bogs, so colored with loss.
I wear it on my face instead of my sleeve,
but the people know, they steer from my course.

Not knowing when this transit ends, so my mind unravels.
Coils of rope trip and fall with immediate urgency,
they fall with hurt, ashamed of my endless travel.

Conception

It pulled me from my slumber,

I felt the rhythm vibrating alone.

I felt it vibrating in my bones.

All my friends are covered 

in dirt and blood.

But I can see the white

gleaming

from their faces.

Such a nice change

from all the red

I used to see...

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Across an ocean, but above the horizon

just enough that I can see

but can't touch.

Your toes dance on the surface

of the water,

but all I see is a damp

dark

grave.

I jumped in head-first the last time,

Maybe if I try feet-first this time...?

Failure to Launch

He said,

"You're all mine, and that's how it should be."

She said,

"You're out of your mind, and that's how it should be."

The Black Grin

You better stop me,

it is in your best interest to do so.

I will keep coming,

I will never stop clawing at that door.

I can see you,

through the peephole you look... afraid.

You are out of time,

if you can hear me laugh it is too late.

Muster the courage,

murder the clown.