Because it always ends
Before it even begins
Because I lose my thought
Each time time twists and spins

Because truths often
Hurt more than the lies
Because running away
Helps the soul’s infinite sky

Because the best world
Is always a fantasy
Because one step out of the bell jar
Brings you back to reality

Because every life unloved
Is a life that is dead
Because in every love what’s told
Is never enough said

Because every soul has an audience
And every audience a voice
Because even music sometimes
Is just a lot of noise

Because that which doesn’t kill
Gives you pleasure too
Because everyday I breath this dead air
I love you too….


Stuck in a Bell Jar

Appear, disappear
My mundane dreams,
They beckon a shadow
In a brightly lit room
In a crowded buzz
I’m in the dark, alone
The chair stares me down
An empty executioner
With nowhere to go
They smile and laugh
And appear, disappear
And suddenly I’m crying alone
Inside out or outside in
Does it really matter?
I wouldn’t really know
But as the day ends
The dawn sets in
For an unlikely morrow
I still wake up all alone

The Dark Room

I keep my dreams in the box
away from the all familiar sun
I let them live with sanity unsought
like a relentless fugitive
The blade isn’t far
the knife uncut
but the beauty of the stars
leave my veins untouched
She lives far away
my resemblance of me
she lives in my happy days
and lets go when darkness comes to meet
What have I become
a ghost alone in time
this house has no sun
only stories of untold crimes