i like this place
its comfortable
a reoccuring reoccurence to say the least
its stagnant
smells of last nights Jamison and this mornings cutting agents
so easily slipped in and out
intentions to run
but no conventional way to leave
tears of nothingness
not a single fear
just the empty feeling so easily welcomed back into the distraught life
so familiar
so easy
no potential
no truth
just you

Stairs...

find me
lead me
so lost in a maze of questionable choices
why and how do i always seem to find you in the seams
delicately placed throughout each and every moment
can't seem to hold on though
losing you with each breath
each and every touch
closer to understanding us
but further from my self than ever
a balancing act i can no longer persuade to make me okay
the lies leave footprints on your heart
a trail of my insolence
a child lacking all imagination
losing all the beautiful innocent
but evil fuels his misplaced intelligence
and something resides in the fact he can still love
for she reminds him of what he once was
so he holds her so tight
as if the only world he knew
was the body between his arms