Balance

You hate me 

I hate you 

In perfect balance 

Are we two 

With nothing that 

We have to do...

A relationship most

Perfect, ideal, and relaxed 

Lay back, end tension 

(I promise you won't 

feel the axe…)

We Fade Away

There are deaths that never 

Seem to die

Shadows that need no light 

Peace that demands 

A fight to arrive 

You ache to live yet 

You'll never survive…

Prisms of seeming Being

Do you ever experience frustration? Has the thought that you might relieve that sense of frustration by engaging in a totally random and meaningless yet intentional act of violence? Have you ever considered yourself to be a singularity surrounded by masses of claymation approximations of the humans you were introduced to at the time of your birth?