The Lizard and The Limbo

What a life to live,

Of unfulfilled dreams, 

And broken promises,

Standing over my head,

As I lay under the squeaking fan,

Wishing the lizard would fall over me,

And free me of this limbo.

The images, 

Of her hair blowing in the wind,

Death hunting a friend,

A limping dog,

And an education gone wrong;

Passing as a shooting star,

And you call these experiences, 

I dare not call you anything.

Oh lizard! I damn you,

Throw yourself but not the tail,

It's not the tail that I had asked for,

Then why did I get the tail for a lizard?

It's not a lie that we live,

Yes but what shall be the truth then,

If it's not a lie that we live.

If To Suffer Is My Destiny …

If to suffer is my destiny,

Then let it be so,

Vivid and known;

And let it be so,

For every skull and bone;

That I will suffer,

With anguish and ail,

Suffer with hope fermenting into pain;

Suffer until your vague hallucinations,

Turn into you,

Like the mist distills into dew.