Inhale/ExhaleExhausting the exasperation InhaleWet,salty bliss runs down my cheeksWarmth under hands turns frigidDemeanor follows suitSweet releaseFinallyCalm in the eye of the storm Exhale
Another Wasted WeekendYou tell me again that I'm wrongThat's a siren songThat spews forth from your lie generatorYou say I'm the one who leftAnd yet I'm bereftOf the comfort that's supposedly familyAnother weekend downBut still I'm aroundOnce again my phone rings not at allSo my sorrow drownsBeneath the alcoholMy friends wonder if I've had too muchI sit here singingSad and absurd songsOff key and far from the melodyThe stress piles onMore secrets for my over burdened headMy hands are shaking againIs this normal for you?I'm the one who's so far beyondHelp, it's all I askAm I fooling myself?
Tears of FireSo young So hopeful So full of lifeA facade to hide the child's strifeA burning hand as cold as iceA gaping hole where his heart should beBlackened dreams tell the tale of a flame extinguished by a fistful of hateA banshee's cry A siren's wail And no moreShall this child weep Tears of fire -Brian Stearns
Insignificant OtherPreparations begin for another dayA loud ringing breaks the morning silenceThe news hits hard crushing my very beingAnother light has faded from existenceMy knees buckleLevees shatter in my eyesThese hands won't stop shakingMy present form is akin to a fetusAs cold tiles caress my cheekShe comes to bring me comfortAll I can do is lie limp on the floorBroken and torn like an old rag dollObligation beckons herShe bids me farewellPromising a later returnI feel her warm lips on my foreheadA door closes in the distanceI'm alone with my thoughtsHours pass as I recover from the shockHer duties have long since been fulfilledI have yet to hear her voiceTime and again I reach out to herThrough a network of electrons and radio wavesThere is no responseIce blankets the highwayMy thoughts turn to fearI can't handle another loss todayFeet meet boots before tires roll on frigid pavementI wish I could go fasterI arrive and find her car parked beside an unknown truckNausea
Reflections In The AbyssReflections In The AbyssCome to me oh ye children of light with your hearts full of hope,Tell me of your dreams and fondest wishes before the darkness consumes me,For although I am lost in the abyss I assure you I am one of your own,You need only look where death finds solace in the tender embrace of despair._ Brian Stearns