Grope for the Best.

it was long lost before it began
taken time to breathe before she ran
i took a look into the depths of man
and realized i wasn't able to withstand
my breath is cold as it exits my mouth
inhaling a new breed of infantile clout
warm and inhibited, cold and inebriated
bottles of water in front of me
and broken glass within me
a new attempt to exempt the sea
telling this world goodbye for the first time
whisper my name in the passing lane
light candles for the moderately sane
escaping the twisted burning that is the pain
taking the visions and erasing the missions
planning a new day to draw up the liquids
paper writes and ink bleeds
for the time we reached the sea
future hope for things we dreamed
broken in the pathways
sealed in the last page
tales were unveiled in the photos
captains failed when they attacked the hopefuls
set sail at dawn, she's escaping the pain pills
a boat made for drifting in seas high of misery
pails of vomit collide on the honest
pouring the regurgitated thoughts of the taunted
one step closer, one way to be better
team building relationship sinking
it was easy when i found out i was fishing
i cast out my line, but never got a bite
reeling in the catch, it wasn't more than a branch
a novel made of match sticks, telling me to fall into a trance
ignited when she sped read the titles to finance
failed attempts drown the sorrow of slow dances
hovering above like the ghoulish gargoyles
the taste of love is chewing tin foil
empty bottles trap the fairies in daily toil
feeling exempt from her previous regret
telling myself it was all just a test
another one to grope the best
calling it hope and seeing the mess
it was something she didn't digest
just saw the pain and took it with strain
looking back now, i realize i was an ass
my faults were isolated in a flask
adults consumed beverages while i recorded vestiges
missing identity in the electric storm of matching sets
thunder struck from the words that stuck
waking up in banana bins of incidents
a heap full of trouble, ground better control
holy kittens took back the whole
surrounded by dark, enthralled in light
shining like a new form of delight
dead to the world, she's another lost girl
sobbing in the corners of distant Urals
Russians took time to obsess the oppression
dictators took time to point out the lesson
crawling on the wall, and dancing as if they were fencing
FALLING asking for redemption
praying for a pension
ideas trapped in ink sticks
she was immaculate in that she didn't practice this
writing flaws a human being
coming and going, as though it were a season
all i need now is a reason
tell her I'll be leaving
tell her I'll be leaving
calm her, she'll be screaming

~...pssst... sometimes... i think i'm crazy.

Love,
Digress.