6/10/14

Fading, waning, never full
my face is crumpled craters
slammed and scarred at random
by objects beyond cosmic control
(gray and sterile is my worthless body)
I invited them all to destroy me

A shimmering emerald world lies
outside his arms, and a little further
with every revolution around
The Unreachable

My loneliness is limitless
I am my dark side

What do you see?
Reflection of spirit?
I am the light that is already dead.



-Jesse Haydn