Pigs In Darkness

Hear me snort

I am under your bed

Hear me exhort

Dreams from your head

You might be big

Without any fear

But I'm your pig

I'll always be here

Chewing on the dreams

Bones and the marrow

Digesting your screams

Friendly like a flying arrow

You're always there for me

I am always there for you

We'll never be free (of each other)

Cuz you're my pig, too

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SPINNING, SPINNING! FALLING, FALLING!

CRASH!!

I Think Of Things

When I lie down in this void, my mind is full of thoughts

With your head nestled comfortably on my shoulder and

Your lips moving to count the beats of my heart

I think of a lot of things

As your breathing labors down while sleep takes you

I look at the ceiling and the slowly spinning fan

I listen to rain beat a rhythm on the window

And I think of a lot of things.

Your hair smells nice as ever

Your skin is warmed by my touch

Maybe you're dreaming or pretending

While I think of a lot of things

I kiss the crown of your head

Hold you closer to fend of the dread

Of the things that crawl in the dark

Of the things in void that think of us

The Crows

The crows flew around me

Sitting on my shoulders

They whispered lies in my ears

That they learned from her

Even though I know

That I can't trust the crows

Their words, I still listen

Just know what I am missing

For I learned long ago

It is not what you know

But what you don't know

You have to take it slow

Learn to read between the lines

Sift through the truth that sounds fine

You will see the cracks shine

You will see the lies align

So I tell my own lies to the crows

They take my messages to her

We play this game, back and forth

Till one of us gives up and stirs

Capture Hope

You can break down the morning

Into little pieces

Dissect it or chop it

But how would you find

The molecules that

Make up the beauty

Of a drop of dew

Spread into a million colors

With the first ray of sunlight

You can inspect the dusk

With your science and reason

With your atheism and religion

You'd still not capture

What makes the moon sing

In the memory of a lover

Who left long ago

How can you cure desire?

How can you capture hope?