Dead Want Living

It's not good
To let my mind wander
Much worse
If it's off the leash,
But darkness
Pulls at it to ponder
A curse
Done by a supple suckle of the leach.
I go places too
That many disbelieve
Where were not alone
Our well live flesh admiringly received,
Color is without reign
Did we think it this way
For no one ventures here on purpose
It goes on with saying
That people are strange
And we know not of demons by their surface,
A world ruled by dark and light
So far I've yet to see a glimmering road
Something casted it's line and caught me with lure
Reeling me in far from sheltered soul.
This place is see through
Or so I thought,
I describe in great detail within a dream
But im not.
I feel desire
From another
Like I have never felt before,
That devours fire
Just to smother
The smokescreen from open doors
The more I fight
Quick sand
Pulls me deeper
I need a light
Preferably a helping hand
To refrain from being a keeper.
So lost
The hermit without shell
Left to be predator picked
Where the living cannot dwell,
Go ahead and lie, telling yourself
This is worse than hell
If it stinks like shit
Usually it's the same old smell.
A fathom head comes out of dreamer's clouds
Watching the life force of me
Dwindle through my hands,
They see that existence is loud
It's hard to fit an uncomfortable skin and breath
In my shoes someone else stands.