King-of-Ashes

up since the ages' start, drowned in the ether. make penance to this, vagrant sleeper. mind in the cosmos and exigent deeper that cherished skin, make my connections or serpent the limb. cut off, option expressed without limit. once you are risen all manner of schism can blossom. don't speak lest auspices crack inconspicuous. god this is tactless. gasp and be savored, sputtering lover. each wisp of beyond you choke on is woven with fealty. your knees grind with the pull of sly gravity, scar with devotion and heal incongruous. never been one to be wondered but now. novas in the pupils push blood from the brain and all temporal matters blus

A bird on a wire A chrysalis on a leaf A man and his beliefs The early bird The morning runner The daybreak of summer You and your thoughts You in your bed You Me

Never Leave School From the ground up Desk prodding up a body Light bulbs glow Clocks ticking From the ground up Red marks on skin A green light flashes Thousands of footsteps From the ground up Empty paper eyes inked All lights on Breaths held Holding their ground Pens tap out hearts Lights dim Exhaling grasp

1. I love music. I could dream all day on mesmelodic flurries. The geniuses live on in my gaping, wonder-stricken ears. 2. Sometimes I get depressed. The record is not broken, though. It plays on and on and on reminding me of every missed opportunity every failure to improvise over these circumstances. The lyrics constantly change to the odd time signature of my whispering heart. But the composer is single minded, and the grooves bleed as the needle spins round and round and round like mental clockwork. I often wonder who I'd be if misery didn't love my company. One thing is certain, it wouldn't be playing my song. 3. Books keep me

You have a pretty face That the public do adore But in the end it’s just a mask you wear and nothing more

my insides are metaphoric: depressed syringe.   your compliments: a slap in the face, sincerity cringe. stop my binge fumbling to find 50 pence, goddammit! a child of needing—the unhinge. your words twinge nerves in my back is turned, in the fringe; but alas my bed can singe even you.

Obsessiveness, A Cursed Blessing, A blessing for the gifted in subjects, A curse for excessive unnecessary chatter. Obsessiveness, A blessing with unquenchable thirst for knowledge, A curse to go too deep with paranoia. Obsessiveness, A blessing for those obsessive with exact interests, A curse to drive those from you with no exact interest. Obsessiveness, Is it worth to have a Cursed Blessing?