work in progress inspired by freuds iceberg theory

A broken vase sits on my daze
With whiskey and wilting flowers gaze
Couldn't see it fall in the first place
The setting sun shadows my face

Shattered stones on a cold land
Far, and in an underground din
Branches bending on their own weight
Frightened visions run a hare's pace

I could see little from here
In shade of light, nothing comes clear
I looked back as my mind dined
Sought to change what I can't find

Stems bowed glass like

Sharp, flat, white, horizon
Grey zones, here and there
A shadow growing, a tower
I am sinking forwards

Formless turtles, forgetful shells
Time lay back, aside
In and out, dragging breath
Star maps have swallowed the sun's appeal

Far away, a crunching, flattening
Whipping, heaving and rolling loads
by torn out eyes
and screaming faceless figures

The sun is setting fast on the day's gloom
Posing on the palm of the hand
Creeping on a cushion in the bright room
Nowhere to go anywhere

Jumping, playing tennis in the country
Fireballs thrown very far
Thinking of a place I need to get soon
Seeing the life going dry

Cold in the snow. Beautiful picture
Nobody knows my name

No such thing as safety

After unwinding
Were tired and delighted
Sleep, as it's Sunday
Everything is easy

Think about Monday
Put it on the back burner
Whats the point of it all
Nothing here is everlong

Don't believe it, I may be something else

I am a floating log
I am a sitting duck
I am a waiting room
I want to open up

I am the morning light
I want to stay in bed
I started up a school
To freely mistake my head

I am an apple seed
Unwilling needle drop
I blame myself for this
Terrible epitaph

I am the stolen keys
In spite of my point of place
I am inside the eyes
Of all the young psychopaths