The Blind Marshes  In the marshes I struggle, Blind to all that surrounds me I feel the fog hug me, draw me tight Until it suffocates, I fall under the weeds and water This is where I drown.  A man blind to those around him Self-possessed demon that I am I struggle to connect The wires are cut, So my phone is dead.  11/14/20 – Andy McRae
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Labyrinthine Ways
Labyrinthine Ways  Right, left, up, down Round in circles I race Never able to face I am lost in the depths Deep in a labyrinthine place Of sinister construct A Hell's maze, one may say  Despair flying over my head As I said, into a tunnel I fled Now I am confused on how to escape Everywhere I turn is a dead end All I see is walls of bone and stone I feel this dread gnawing Taking nibbles and chunks My sanity consumed by blindness  I cannot break rock I have nothing to chip away At these bones that block my way All I can do is sit down and cry Until that day I die Down here, Lost in this labyrinthine mind.  11/1/20 – Andy McRae
All the Matches
All the Matches  Your house is burning Fuel the fire, make some s'mores Dance around as your life and family Smoke and die inside  See it spread from house to house Feel the heat as the flames envelop the crowd  Roast your wieners on stick As your hamlet burns up real quick  A nation engulfed by flames Watch citizen douse them with oil Cook like popcorn, bursting open  A world inflamed gone up in flames Nothing but an explosive maze  All as the two of us turn and weep For all the matches, yet left untouched.  10/4/20 – Andy McRae
In A Haze
In a Haze  We embraced in a trance Loving in a dance Swirling in my brain Lights color the insane  Something breaks We feel it in the wakes Broken fission silos Melting all over the floor  Air gone sour I reflect on it every hour We are apart What gave this the start  Hearts broken We avoid The terrible token We fill it with a void  Pain tremors felt As our lives melt In the loss of sight The internal fight  Until one night At a dinner site A party, simply a delight  I find myself overwhelmed Feeling not quite right, I duck under the table Quite, well, just quite  And to my surprise, There you are Across from me Also, quite  Locked in a gaze Of unparalleled haze We let out a giggle And off on into the grays We aways, we aways.  10/18/20 – Andy McRae
Spaceship Quarter Ride
Spaceship Quarter Ride  Triggered little moments A rush of emotions Gone with a blink Back again I’m at the brink  Of spatial being Driving a spaceship Like the quarter ride At the mall  Jolting up Falling down Flipping over Like a pancake Or a devil  Triggered by the smallest gesture Sound or measure I find myself in a state of extreme Pleasure  Ecstasy No not the drug The state of being Oh, what a feeling Comes with painful awareness And thoughts incomprehensible My actions, reprehensible  All of those little moments, From a second to months, I have less control over my thoughts And actions  In a rush, a daze I melt away with the days I prize ways But nothing stays.  10/4/20 – Andy McRae
Be Warned, This is Seriously Grim Reading
Be Warned, This is Seriously Grim Reading   Often, I wear grim expressions Fond of those dim reflections Mirrored in other's eyes A man hiding behind lies  Grim like frostbite turned black And my serial number faded back Ink failing in the grinding of life I can trace those numbers with a knife Bring forth blood like ice What is living without a little sacrifice  I respond to a fucked-up world My grim stature reflective of an underworld Where screaming in my skull says kindly ‘There is no more! The sky is about to unfurl And death is to be dealt out blindly'  So, I hide from the deadly sky up high And those of whom unsightly worship the sky And all the meteors that come crashing down Around my untimely mental breakdown  At the world I stare a grim dance Fooling them into thinking I am in a trance But I am not I just want you to fuck off.  9/26/20 – Andy McRae
We are Frost
We are Frost  From atop my reptilian mount I behold the world's dark The foaming oceans blue The burning seas of wood  Dead worlds entrance bare Slinking weasels dance Words, I've gone into a trance Rotting wood my grave  Are you there, my rare Doves fallen from air Deer going mad Sing to me of death  Are we still here, why I might say, if not on my way Turned from falling rubble Given in, to discard the human race  Wake in terror, volcanic fissures Open in malls, women and children Die in painful moves Pain only grows  Daggers in their eyes Blind drive by, taking lives Of helpless girls and boys Of course we all die  So why cry Over a world split over Molten cubes Stir until renewed  But we will not be there Too many lost Buildings tossed We are frost.  9/21/20 – Andy McRae
Dying of the Leaves
Dying of the Leaves Swinging with the breeze The dying of the leaves Brings with them a dim glee Dancing around the trees Chanting, We will not go Falling down in piles Death grips thee Bury all those surrendered Pits into a mound Bury them in the ground Flames in the air Licking the trees Orange, Yellow, Red Watch them from a slumber Dreary eyed night The dead watch the dying Fall from high up in the sky Covered in leaves Rot on the breeze Such heavy fees 9/4/20 - Andy McRae
Hole of Self-Doubt
Hole of Self-Doubt In this hole I buried myself Built on blind self-doubt Layers and layers of dirt are stacked On top of my frame I cannot breathe, let me out 8/15/20
Burnt Sarcophagi
Burnt Sarcophagi  Pride in individuality Only led to lonely An empty life  Prongs of pain Driven me to strife Internal demons Demand I try To make myself Mime my way Through this life Only way I can Live with this Monstrosity I  Would love to be Normal, no It's to late I have crafted A man void Of normality Quite a individual Quote a man mental I cannot handle this void Between I and others  It is bleak inside this shell Built around myself Burning sarcophagus Plural sarcophagi Laughing inside, I Want nothing but to Make the tomb I weigh Internal hemorrhage Cry, I sing to all who hear This pressure perverts The love I can give The love I can take The bleeding heart pumps My blood, red and blue  8/17/20 – Andy McRae
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