To formerly be of isolation
A hostage of connections forged
Entrapped by promises and expectations
Caught between realities
Lacking the pre-requisites to suceed
Slowly consumed by entropy
Until we no longer breathe.

I stand on the outside watching
A stranger without end
A foreign visit
To a world that should have been familiar
Recognizing the pieces
I am unable
To do anything
Other than know
That they are out of reach

or I suppose, electronic media. But here they are ( Read more... )

But nobody would hear me anyways.
I hate this.

dreams of a world where the sky isn't grey ( Read more... )

I know you might seem out of place here ( Read more... )

Don't look for faith in an obvious place ( Read more... )

And I'm feeling not so great without them.

Pour out my heart ( Read more... )

For digital dreams,
worn upon a bony wrist,
The sound of Tick, Tock.