Histories and Story Telling

I'm channeling you.
Holding your pose
And stealing your face
If you don't mind.
I wonder if we're different
Or everything's the same
Down to our bones.
I let you borrow my gloves
And you never gave them back.
We argued
Over the red wine vinaigrette
And decided that men whisper
While woman talk.
I forgave the gloves
And brought you scissors
So that you could tear the world apart.
I never understood.
Long solid goodbyes
As best friends
In a parking lot
Full of people
Running late.
I cried
And you told me not to.
But I couldn't help it.
No one understood.
A silence filled our brains
Because we didn't need to speak.
We already knew the words before they hit our ears.
We agreed on that.
We knew the secrets to our sorrow
And what made us tick.
We said hello
As enemies.
Screamed and shouted
Over things we couldn't control.
No one understood.
Not even us.

One Year Later Theres A Turn For the Worst

Your as strung out as a Chinese chipmunk on steroids
And PCP
With the mighty muscles of a chimpanzee
Your cantaloupe cheeks keep you from running
The noises you heard
They are still coming
Your scared of the shadows
And shapes that they make
Casting a nightmare
Over your face
You think you are real
As you run from the cats
Think you are real
As you hide from the bats
You think you remember
Cities you burned
And from it you think
There were lessons you learned
The haze in your mind
From the drugs and the ash
Before you they make
Your whole life in a flash
You know you are lying
And you know you aren't well
But you think these are just
More stages of hell
You think you are real
As you run through the halls
Clawing at everything
White padded walls
You think you are real
But you are not well
These vines that bind you
Just more stages of hell