Bond.

There's human bonds forged in hell
that you can't find anywhere else.
It's filled with hurt & shame
coagulated with blood & urine.
It's a festering spot in the soul
you don't know what happens if poked.
That's the spot where you're vulnerable.
No answers, no prayers & no cure.
If you sit with it as a knowing friend,
you may forge a bond sourced in heaven.

Another one.

If I'd know what I know now,
I wouldn't have stopped myself.
I'd stab the heart & carve it out.
If I'd know what I know now.

Timidly I knock on the door,
peek through the window of the carnival
where the give & take is pure & simple,
and finding the taste sour & bitter.

You know what I just found out?
Life's over the moment you hold out.
Whether you die tomorrow or a century tops.
In the end it's, if you can forgive yourself.

Drain.

This anger in me, I can't take a breath.
Like steam in the engine, it propels me ahead.
Don't know where I am, unless you're behind.
Give me a look, back to square one.
Counting the money, salvations spent.
Same old habit, who, where & when.
Love is a foreign country, one trip a time.
The spirit drains, in laughters and wine.