Composer, Poet, Artist
Clonazepam Sunsets (final folk version) Amber bottles on the window ledge,Catch the light like fading years.Half a pill dissolves on my tongue,And the noise inside disappears. Once I had a dream with my name on the door,A kitchen full of fire and sound.Now I just sit where the shadows pour,And watch the world wind down.…
matthew p haubert dedicated to sophie Verse 1 Sunlight through the pine trees, morning on the window sil, Your collar hangs beside the door, this house feels awful still. Boot prints in the garden, and paw prints now in clay, You were more than just a good dog, showing me love in so many ways…
matthew p haubert 11/1/2025 1:29 am Verse 1 I woke up with the taste of sleep still sour on my tongue, The curtains let the morning in, but not the sun. I shaved my face tp feel alive, and bled a little proof, That I’m still leakig through the cracks, every truth Chorus I’ll hum…
I see you, I watch you, but your so far away from me. Moved on, moved away from me, but im stuck still wanting you. I just dont understand why any of this happened. So many years have past wasted. What should have been, What could have been I imagine all the time. If we…
circling spinning in my room, afraid to leave my apartment, afraid to see the world right out infront of you. What am I to do. Years of journals wasted on the same thoughts. Still i cant figure out the maze, still im lost inside the haze of my mind. Dont care about anyone but myself…
Coming down, so fast, harder than i can imagine, the brightness in the day as disapeared, the fire in my heart has gone away. Coming down so fast… back from space I am returning to the earth. To the mediocre life I call mine. What should I do now.. What do I do now. Frightened…
My amphetamine lit eyes trace the streets at night, lamps blurry under the dark sky… Lighting my way to places only I know the way. Wondering and watching through the darkness, grass, cement, dirt, all the same under my feet. Huming together with every steps. Ascension. Higher and higher my mind flies taking off past…
Mornings are for yearning, staring out the window in a world of fantasy. Make believe scenarios and hallucinated lies that comfort my mind. Taking me far away from whre I lie. But its never enough, and no dream induced state last forever. Reality always creeps back in through the cracks of the walls I built…
Forbidden, fractured, free Delicious, delicate, deviant. Unbreakable, Uncanny, Unusual. Forbidden, fractured, free
Everyone will feel it No one can see it When your lungs stop, Your eyes drain. Thoughts sink below your waist and it is all pain. You can cry, but there is no relief. You can cut, but there is no relief. You can scream, but there is no relief. The more you try to help, the poison sinks…




