Into the Nebbia

The job is at hand and I am still and swollen
My hands are bleeding and bruised
You are there and I have fallen
I am on the ground and your head grazes in clouds
The earth grows quickly and before I can catch my breath
Three years pass by and your memory is hazed
I am forgotten by you; my meaning maybe lost?
I walk but my steps are silent and the direction now mazed

Blood trails let me learn where I am from
Where I have been and what I have done
When all is lost maybe I am only one
Unsung, but forever won
Because when I fall and than find my footing
I will stand again alone and be... something
Something
Something!!!
I will create a world around me
Full of... Everything
Everything
Everything!!!

Hungover Myself

My eyelids are wet curtains 
They struggle to lie over my exhausted pupils
My bed is beckoning, but I am fleeing my dreams
Soaking in the day’s desolate scenes
Listening to the nothingness of my home
My apartment is silent and soiled

The lust to clean lost long ago
Does anybody miss me as I sit in stillness here alone?

Last night the Devil joined me for dinner
We laughed over whiskey and made plans for death in winter

My ambition drowned last night in a sea of distilled spirits
As I incessantly sipped the sweet bottle with sentence
And the fire of passion ceased to burn; no more
Forever I have felt so much more than my brothers whom I adore
They spite me and whisper their mocking so elegantly

Yes I am weak; yes I am locked inside the cellar door
Its cold and full of broken mirrors
My feet are bare and I walk softly, but footprints of blood show my trail
Sometimes I look back and scrub myself off the floor
But my cuts are cavernous and the puddles… profound

Help me sleep and not dream my Angel
You see me pathetically fucking myself
Over and over again milking myself dry
To kill the pain inside
For a mere moment I can just “be”.

-Mr W

Anticipation

Tomorrow is incessantly beckoning my mind

The weekly diversions couldn’t be more beyond my desire

Though I want them more than food

Here I am; you are many miles behind a faceless phone

Your words linger in electronic messages

When you talk about letting go….

Will you let me in?

I can only swallow my expectations and grin

When someday is today; you can touch me

I will only touch you enough to make up for time

Times when faces looked upon me; they saw my secret

Only in my head

Even tainted in mysterious mirrors

They, spontaneously juxtaposed on esoteric faces

Never did I foresee; which is what I always dreamt

Deep down behind my pride is a secret strife

So close I can taste it

Another life

I ponder what you taste like

Its hard to let go; I can only be honored you will for me

So far we are

Connected we could be

I wish my words might pacify anticipation

Once I ran away very far; I found myself

I left my heart there forever

Now dust dwells upon that shelf

Your island is a place unknown to me

Can I lose myself again there?

Maybe find something

Something somewhat undefined; always there where I never knew

Make You Hostile

You swallow perpetuated sorrow
It whispered from my echoing eyes
A taste of my angry lips and you are hostile
Denuding my child by deciphering the lies

Soak up the distractions and follow the actor
He paints you a pretentious backdrop
Scenery so shallow and surreal
In the dream you refuse to question the truth
The entrapping net you slumber
My covers are warm, but my bed is so unsettling
And the promises they number

You still follow me and await my finish
The line is down a concealed corridor
Locked and the key is an impossible riddle
So swallow my perpetuated sorrow
And let me make you hostile
Scream at me and call me the liar
Never let me drift from the task of solving it
Never let me float away in the mire