I am entangled and twisted,
untwisting thoughts of misty love bots
that play the beautiful play
of words, rhythm and rhyme.
Time is ticking, my mind is mixing
method with error, spawning
spontaneous dreams of terror.
It seems I’ve dreamt a dream
of lovesick angels flying high,
drinking overflowing spirits
filled with truth and lies.
They break the ties that bind
what connection lies inside,
A wish that dangles within angels
when all who love have died.
I wish unto addicts
the curse of wooden veins,
so not to escape the pains
that reality deals today.
All changes stay the same
in a world of repeating days.
What difference can I make
when I live in darkened ways?
The eyes may glaze over the haze
of lives that leave and come,
but all I have are darkened ways
until my days are done.