Torment

If you don't exist

Then neither should I

I'll enter Tartarus alone

And never see another night

Because the sun has no radiance

Without you, the atomic spark

Just a hollow disk in the sky

Giving life to the world

And warmth to all, but I

If you don't exist

All I breathe is monoxide

The atrophy burns my limbs

Till I lay down to die

If I turn to dirt now

Perhaps you'd exist in another life

If our souls return to stars

You could find me close to Mars

Waiting for my binary love

But If you don't exist

Then neither should I

And I will burn out

A shooting star in the sky

It's funny how when you're happy, music with a good beat will make you dance.

It's awesome when your angry, that a raging rock song will get you screaming your frustrations. 

But it's empathy that shines through when your sad, and every song seems to be written for you.

Tight Rope Walker

I'm a high rope walker
But I'm not an entertainer
I balance through day
And never dream at night
It's always one inch
To plummet
To fall inwards
Scuttling past the demons
The faces of those who inflict me
Their apparitions shake the line
And they grin as I slip
The rope has no end
And neither in front or behind
Can I see where it began
It seems freedom is clear
To let go and fall inwards
Into my darkness
Into sweet sleep
Perhaps I will live on as something more
Or just an occasional passing memory

Walking dead

The corpses feed

The walking dead 

They swallow preservation

That keeps the mold from the bread

Overworked organs overfill with poison

The heart pumps formaldehyde

Through pressured pipes

The extra pounds squeeze

The dead to the earth

But they keep walking

And talking

And working

Till they can no more

They call it life

But they never live