Poisons

Here I am, staring through the windows of my rolling box of metal, while I rid myself of the scent of the day's sweat and grime through the drifting chemicals that are congregating all around me. I bathe in the smoke and pick my brain for any sort of clue as to what created such senseless madness that's seemed to follow my every step as of late. Energies as poisonous as the breaths I take from the chemical tube creep and linger quietly in my shadow, showing their cackling, malicious faces at the most unexpected of times. 

These energies cannot be combatted or ignored, for they are not tangible to me, and seem to surface from an absence of existence. 

I sit and ponder the fantasy beings that are slowly chiseling away at my head, and hope that maybe, just maybe, the paper between my lips will help distract me from them for long enough to regain the sliver of sanity left within me. 

Eclipse

Madam Moon, above the clouds
Peering from behind the shroud
Of grey, and white, Your elegant light
Shines even when you're not around

The cold air's chill
Quiet nights still
A sliver of your radiant fill

Daylight comes
And you will run
Away from all you've ever loved

Just to return
After sunlight's burned,
Run away too, and lost its worth

Until you meet
In a tragic defeat
The beauty of you both is something to be seen

But soon you'll part ways
For a number of days
Until you finally again find the most perfect place

Together