Deep In Detail

Inhale my life away
 
Even drown in every shot and smash. So many things i can slit into my body. Physically, more so mentally
 
Extracting every detail of things that should only breeze by
I unfortunately have a need to see
feel every simple esence, picture and hell storms I come upon  
 
fall into the Beauty of deamons
a death kiss imprinted by this white  
feathered pigment
 
In the middle of life path torn
between my substance
and a fresh white sheet of paper
 
Daring my pen to even touch its first letter
a new mistake, sorrow, lust or love?
yet there so familiar  
 
I can sit for a life time with a pen, paper
anything I can write my thoughts out with, through
drawing, poetry or even a simple gesture
If I can get it out of my head, ill do what it takes
 
sometimes I wonder if its unhealthy to be so comfortable  
staying in thought rather than reality
 
I could be looking right at you, just gazing
I would have no thought of you in my head
Im in space, symotaneously distrote  
 
For most part I Love,
Enjoy the thoughts and ideas
appearing and expanding each detail  
Not all so bright and Beautiful like some
 
Can get so dark with a query twist