Arbitrary Archery(reprise)

The thought of you consumes me like fire engulfing a drought stricken field.
Memories burned into my brain,
Replayed sleepless night after sleepless night.
Deprevation has taken its toll,
Now i lust for air.
Lungs filled with debris,
Choking on spirits aloft in a sea of clouds.
Struck down by sightings,
Disease riddled mind.
Devoured while waging wars with myself.
Normalcy is my fall from grace.
Defeat would be devine,
Casting white flags above our heads.
Deviant plans yield no remorse,
Hang them high above your head and gasp for breath now.

Winter Passing

Winter acts as a metaphor and mimics my worst days.
Its cold, detached and restless.
The merky smog that creeps around the city is in direct correlation with my hazy mind.
It wanders.
Cold winter days always seem to conjure up tucked away memories,
swept under the rug for a reason.
My head is spinning,
spinning like mad.
Every ray of sun that passes through a mid afternoon cloud is like an ode to a summer day.
Longer days,
Relaxed days,
Lackadaisical days sitting in shade,
Nights when all that matters are last calls and making it home,
Its days like these im desperate for,
This seasons like quicksand,
The more i struggle the deaper i sink,
I have a yearning for a clear mind and warmer days.