Life is hard, that much is easy
You’ve got to survive and that’s the bottom line
The mouse must chase the cheese
I’m still breathing, and the sun climbs high above the trees
And as long as I’m alive I’ll try to find a place to be
I’ve stood on the razors edge with the corrupted children of Zoroaster
Master of nothing, laughter is cynical, madness clinical,
everything’s ugly
Everything’s something it’s not
and the rotten thoughts get me in awful spots in awkward talks
I’m an empty box in a vacant lot, I want to make it stop,
but the breaks are off
I can see the soft surface
before the words pervert and the nervousness
Makes murderous, blood curdling work of the most absurd hurdles
The verdict is always guilty,
and it fills me with a sadness that’s unimaginable
It’s an irrational impassioned act,
always lashing out to chase reactions
I’m only asking after the fact
the cracks collapsed the tracks that we laid down
The train’s late now, there’s a breakdown
stranded passengers need a way out
I can make out shapes but just the faintest trace,
my sense of place has been debased
I’ve lain to waste for days,
disgraced, with the taste of your last embrace
Emblazoned upon my fingertips,
emitting light to fight the nightmares
Arcs in shadows,
but the monsters come
and they’re so frightening with their dead stares
That I’m broken, hopeless, lonely,
wholly open, and close to ghostly moans
Throwing books to smash the light bulbs out, I want to be alone

I don’t know what happened
There was a flash and after that I find that I’m nowhere near the accident
We crashed and we were rushed to separate hospitals
I have to learn to walk again and navigate the obstacles
This desert bakes the flesh and arrests the respiratory system,
The hills are steep, I’m out of breath,
and there’s whispers written in the distance
Everyone tries to talk to victims who just want someone to listen
To let them know if they’re still living
when some things go unforgiven
But now my eyes are robbed of light,
the afterlife is the darkest night
It’s poison gas, my chest is tight,
but I think I’m alive and I have to fight
Fravashi. Bodhisattva.
Through evil thoughts and words and deeds
And I will bleed to breathe believing
bones can break in human beings
I will force myself to see in swarms of locusts, clouds of bees
I’ve been stung
She’s only close when I know she’s not supposed to be
I am the ghost of need
and all I want is just a moment
To break this problem down into single-celled components
I want to be alone
but someday I’ll push the pain back
Climb the walls of hell and find my way up to the train tracks