What Mess Loves…

…Always.

Loop Lapse

Life is too unfair, not even fairer than death,
It takes up all your time just to stop your breath.

Only if this cycle could travel backwards, I pray,
We would at least die cheerful, and float away.

Call Me to You

Original Picture by Nicholas Erickson

Your abode today might be a beatific carpet bejeweled with stars,
But I mislike the smiles around you up there; they’re more like scars.
The graveyard gust whispers commotion while I still count your breath;
Why don’t just you sing me a sympathetic lullaby & drowse me to death?