wings

Give me wings
that perish and slowly die
for I wish to know how it feels
to fly
before I fall, wither
and cry

Moral compass

Moral compass heading south
What do you do,
when you can't turn around?

Do we keep walking south
because in this spherical world,
if I walk in that direction long enough,
I'll end up north...
where I should be.

Married to my freedom

I'm married to my freedom
I divorced devotion
I'm in a strong relationship with my vices
I've violently broken up with my virtues
I've cried tears over my happiness
I've shouted in ecstasy over my melancholy
I yelled at my joy
I have consoled my pain
I held the strength in my arms as it withered away
I let the weakness pry itself from my hands
I've let the doubt keep my heart beating
And I've let the confidence keep it at bay
Insecurity kept all of its belongings
Security stole everything from me
I'm married to my freedom,
please don't ever go away.

I've extended the deadline, then I can no longer flee
I turn to the liquid for solace but that can't even save me

Untitled

I have been absolved
of any
rationality that
may aid me
in postulating
conclusions