Pool, Pills, Blue

Fill the pool
Now the pills
Count me in
Push me in
Drown to death
Banish breath
Never see the land
Just deep blue

The joker my mother cant see

Sipping in those cups of tea
Fueling the burns inside me again,
Sucking in some smoke from a cigarette
Clearing those worms from my brain,
A joker with smeared make up is smiling inside.
Holding onto a parachute
He floats around in my brain.
Mocking those war-cries
Trading his blood for smile.
Evading those missiles from foes
Taking refuge in a circus tent.
Amusing all those kids in there
With his blood-red lips.
Trusting that thick canvas canopy
That hides me from my mother's eyes.

An Exotic Poison

When bound to that Reality Foundation
When they drool over plucked flowers and killed birds
I would go hitchhiking to the turbulent
The travails of the lost, the rhetorics of the unconscious.
Scrutinizing the timekeeper and his monumental years.
Into the intoxicating absentia of spastic morality.
Unadulterated by passive reality
An exuberant charm of an exotic poison.

Monochrome Depression

Would you even shiver
When I fall from this pinnacle of ecstasy
To the pulsating ocean of thought?
Would you dab a paintbrush at me
When I fade away to monochrome depression
With a bleeding throat in a monster's hands?
Would you even bat an eyelid
When I shine flashlights at you in despair
Scared to dare the haunting dark?
Would you even speculate
What runs inside of me?
Whats burning my imprisoned times?
Typhoons craving and wailing in here?
The prospect of my grave so soon?