His Hazy Horizen

Day in, day out
They are all a blur
When longsighted fantasies
Never focus on day to day

And the steady hiss
Of paved over rivers
Calls me through

A riptide current
From the soul

It’s amazing how the miles
Eat holes in the soles
Of the fee of a man knows
Should be dragging

But even hot asphalt
Reflects the blue of the sky
When you look far enough ahead
Of yourself

Butterflies Are Killing Me.

I just realized
The thought
Of my life without you
...still hurts...
I can still feel your presence
Hidden in the shadows
Of my mind
Of my.heart.
And like a severe trauma to the skull
The impact of you
Gone
-Destroys.my.mind-
It seems I can't have
What we should have had
::a::life::
(I miss what we had)
.
.
.
Fuck
I don't know how to make this feeling
Stop trying to scrape its way out of my ribs
Because I want to fucking
_SCREAM_
...The butterflies are tearing my heart to shreds...
And it feels so good to bleed