At Five

My eyes open wide but my body's dead
My mind's alight in my matter's stead
And this stark sobriety from the nascent draft
Is my perception cleared or have I succumbed at last?
Is this the awakened senses of a primal beast
The instinctive struggle to die on my feet
Or am I just insane when my thoughts are clear
No worldly influence to keep me here?
But I see through the gloom that I'm not alone
Another empty soul in an empty home
She's as dead as the grave on a moonless night
Is this what is meant by a “waking life?”
But the grave's at peace I can see, god damn
That's how she is, is this how I always am -
More wasted potential I don't understand
Another byproduct of the ascent of man?

Once again I'm off to the daily grind
How trite, I guess, but I no longer mind
Numbed to the disappointment of reality
Cut off from the fantasies I'll never see.
But I see her smile as I wave good bye
And beneath it all I smile back inside
Thinking how well her Sisyphus bears its load

Incredible. Indescribable. I just. I don't know what to say. It's humanly impossible for me to convey the incredible joy and affection I feel. I can't say enough. And I can't thank you enough. And nothing is enough. You're worth more than the world can offer.

Life's happy pursuits of liberty.

I don't LIKE this.

Her criss-crossed, tangled, fucked up mind
Had failed to leave the past behind
Where it was she couldn't find
And without it she was not alive.

He tried to see with his own eyes
The world as seen by other guys
And completely failed to realize
That he had given up his life.

I worried that with man's demise
He would be forgotten by space and time
But then it hit me that when I died
I would no longer be alive!