The house is crumbling down around me

Or am I imagining all the cracks in the walls

There is a woman's face behind the bare studs

She whispers to me the end is near

I tell her she aint seen nothin yet

Wait till the floor gives way

When it happens we are both ready

Holding hands we carelessly slip away

Sometimes I feel on the brink

of total mental collapse

like the very slightest nudge

will send me careening over the edge

my mind feels like a web

built of finely spun thread

that will tremble and implode

at a single whisper of a breeze

and the thoughts that flicker

like a shorted out storefront sign

speak of shadows and neon horror

with a dread I struggle to suppress

What do I do with these pieces

of my fractured consciousness

I’m loath to give voice to them

making them seem all the more real

The only thing that reels me back

is the knowing that this, too, must pass

sometimes

i lie

in the

bathtub

until

the

water

goes

cold

just

wondering

what

it

would

feel

like

to

drown

*i find happiness in my confusion*

i should fix it, i know-

try and figure things out

*but i'm out of glue*

so i might as well stay broken

i guess i wonder

how different

it would be

without me

not that i could make that

transition - across the barrier

but would anyone really

even notice if

i just

got swept away

into

that dark oblivion

ever just want to grab life

by the root

drink

from its fountain

savor

each delicious drop

with abandon

no inhibitions

no reservations

greed

and

wild

need

fused

to become a human starved

wild thing

then

the thought passes,

curtains

swaying in the breeze

on a warm spring day

full of promise

but no push.

I'm the guy that laughs at inappropriate times,

Like a wedding, funeral, or tragedy.

Not because I am a sadist or uncaring,

I just can't help but laugh at the irony.

When one takes themselves too seriously,

I find it kinda funny.

Laughter is the great equalizer,

That mocks the broke and those with too much money.