Court Appearance for Adam Flores

Wounds and pain fade over time
But what isn't hurt can't heal
And why hurt what doesn't feel

Each word is another attempt to create
What's needed so that it can start
Instead it all falls apart

This too shall pass
Until then
Here's the crash burn and thrash

Missed and wished on colours dead and reborn
Kissed and ditched through razor wire and thorns

The red dream burns through days
Through nights
Through blind eyes
Through deaf ears
Through the numb
The numb you've come to know
That's come to know you
That it is you are we've become

You look to be empty
Ask yourself:
Why?

Surrealism 250809

Time blurs anything and everything
Together so that present future past
Are never meant to last

The clocktower pines through its chimes
It wants to be seen and heard
And you, my dear, are its caged bird
(Constantly lured)

We should enjoy this relapse before it turns and starts to collapse

I'm heading into Winter as you're coming out of Spring
Your flowers bloom but all I feel is the cold harsh sting

I hate mirrors

No rules out on this sea

So I thought maybe there was such a thing as fate
Maybe it's just me over-hoping
Probably, wouldn't doubt it
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll be consumed by hate
As if I have any luck

A fool for believing in destiny
A tool for destroying what's left of me
A stool to snap a broken key

Limerence

This self destructive dance
Orchestrated by me and me alone
Pale voice and defeated eyes
A portrait made for destroyed skies

Rock bottom? Still a ways to go
Falling through obsessively clad dreams
Blades sampling songs
Trees shaking rope
Paths meeting lakes
Clouds bursting into violent frenzies of heart-drawn carriages
Through it all
Pull me up with your noose

To fall again and again
Hoping for hope and loving for sick
Dance/sing/cry
To 3 years of time