[K]never knowing, [eith]er or,
A friendly mask with a hermit’s core,
We hid ourselves from everyone,
We hid from titles,
Father.  Son.
You slipped away, much left unsaid.
No words, no alarm
But the buzzing in my head,
When hopes of knowing you crack and fall through,
When a hand in need of holding falls cold and dead.

I missed my chances, ignored your voice,
When your advice was lost in the noise
Of my own beliefs and my own pride.
I never should have left your side.
I’m drowning in my own regrets,
Suspended animation as the sun forever sets.
Words bounce off walls and back to my ear
As I talk to the air as if you can hear.

Fear
Of the past and of never ending,
My dreams and reality just never stop blending,
Like pieces of will caught up in tornadoes,
Nature selects what stays and what goes.
Ascend to the heavens to plummet to earth,
A constant state of torture and rebirth.
Dizzied and stumbling, I spit out hope’s taste
As everything falls into the wrong place.

I stare in the face of the bitter skies,
Spitting out hope and other such lies.
But dreams won’t forget, they revive what I bury,
Twisted visions
Dirt on open eyes