My HorseThe sweet smell of your breath lifts me from my feetAnd I float over the clouds and into heavenYour soft nose, like velvet, tickles my neckAnd life is perfectI could spend eternity here with youMy mount, my friend, my loveMy horse
MelancholiaMy mind is a prisonBarren and dustyThe desire to leave is goneThe future is hereIn this emptinessTrapped without a careSlowly sinkingHow did I get here?It doesn’t matterNothing doesI wander through the hallsTouching and feelingThe walls glare at meThe hands reach outGrab me. Shake me.Wake up they sayIt’s not a dreamWake up they cryIt’s not a dreamI sink furtherCaught in the undertowDrifting awayThe ocean controls meI sinkI fade away
ObsessionsThese holesCannot be filledNo amount of objectsNo amount of peopleNo amount of dreamsCan satisfy this acheYet I obsessI collectI destroyTemporary highsFor permanent lowsConsumeConsumeConsumeIt eats at meLeaving scarsI’m trying to liveI’m trying to surviveI’m tryingConsumeConsumeConsumeEatCollectObsessDestroy
EquiStressAiden set the hoof of HorrorHound back onto the floor of the wash stall. He clipped the lead rope onto the horse’s halter and led him back home.“Hey!” a voice boomed behind him.Aiden jumped, but relief washed over him as he turned around and saw that it was just Antony Juarez, HorrorHound’s jockey.“How does he look to you today? He looks pretty sound from here,” Antony said.“Dunno,” Aiden shrugged. “Seems to be better, but I’m just a groom.”“Whatever, Aiden. You know about that horse as if you were inside his head.”Footsteps followed Antony, and Aiden squinted at the light in the barn’s entryway, trying to see who it was.“Hey, Antony,” the owner of the footsteps said. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”Antony glanced at his watch. “Oh, shit,” he said and he dashed off to the jockey’s room to change his silks.