The Day My Pills Ran Out

There’s a feeling behind my eyes, 
Like my mind has been scooped out. 
No tears, just a hollow pressure. 

It happened on a day when my pills ran out. 
Just a thought. 
But I could plot them on a map,

Months had gone by, 

Nothing. 

He had thought the same. He had spoken the words just like me. 

They told me I always have a choice and I do and I’m choosing the path he didn’t take. 

It’s time for me to pray again.

Some Distance

You’re quite a ways away. 

You get home and in the dark at your table you sit with your head in your hands. 

You’re just like me. 

You’re haunted. 

There’s palm trees alight with the warm tones of the setting sun, and a cold breeze shuffles their fronds. 

His voice resonates with me as it cracks and he says he can’t sleep. 

He’s just like us. 

He’s haunted.

Should I Talk to God?

A handful of these little moons, 
Revolving in my hand, 
I took the mighty blade in palm,
And divided up the land, 

But when they poured across the lines 
Written on my skin, 
I forced myself to laugh to try and 
Remind me of my kin. 

Oh, should I talk to god? 
Oh, should I talk to god? 

Maybe he’s like you and 
He won’t pick up the fucking phone, 
So I would show up unannounced, 
Before his mighty home, 

A host of ophanim would travel
Southbound from the throne, 
And carry me to the other world, 
With neither flesh nor bone, 

Oh, should I talk to god? 
Oh, should I talk to god? 

In Those sulfur mines I’d find
The mind I'd thought I’d lost. 
Then travel weary west again, 
And dwell among the frost 

But here I am, fake laughing
As I stare into the sink, 
Sickened by the things I’d thought 
And the things that I will think

Oh, should I talk to god? 
Oh, should I talk to god?