['Dear Friend, I Worry for You.']

As you wander
ever farther
from your wilting sanity,
leave the old dreads
underneath the bed
and don't you dare forget about me.

As you gather all your things
in the morning-time,
where do you suppose
you will go from here, where life
was the Hollow Tree, eaten out inside?

[RE: 'The State I Am In.']

I'm slipping casually, but I'm a little bit scared
of what might happen to me should I let go entirely.
With a grin spread wide displaying thirty tiny lies
and a capsule slowly dissolving somewhere inside,
I will make the world seem sickeningly bright.

All my memories are fading out;
I don't know what that's all about.
My body wants to twist and shout
in confusion,
and all my thoughts are flying now,
miles above the highest clouds.
I don't know how
to bring them back down.