He guaranteed

That he’d be there, be supportive

Try to be the person they both wanted

The hardest thing

Take a drink and take the silence

Try not to fall

As the vacuum starts to call

Turn on lights

At last he knew so little

Someone else must remember how it was

Nothing less than nothing

That’s what matters

Look around

This is all that he has owned

Bright visions

Came to haunt him

Of a world

That should and could have all been his

A world of intellect

And sensibility

Now lay in his mind

Forever drenched in disbelief

And laid to rest

Broke three bones of his fist against the wall

Mouth twitches into a series of new shapes

Still the same

Still the cornerstone inside

From to time to time

He wishes things would slow down

And this night you’ve thrown away

Is so cold

One more light to lead the way

In circles

In the middle of throwing down the arms

You inhaled an ending to the story

In bad taste you salivate for silence

And choke a new first line

You count the grains of sand

I’ll drive nails through my feet and my hands

You be the storyboard

I’ll be the under explored