melancholic mosquitos
pin my arms like dot points
as the sun descends to uncover
oblivion
reversely illuminated in all of its
opposite glory

melancholic children
ride in car backseats under bright streetlights
they try to hunt for
oblivion
reversely illuminated in all of its
opposite glory

do you notice the connotations
everywhere on the plastered walls?
they’re silent and creeping like
eyes looming on a pendulum

i search a lie for the silver lining
i pry the silver lining for perfection
i tackle the perfection with the deception
of the empty person
who is interlaced with the coercion
of the fear that made their power possible

for canyons cannot be crossed in the dark
without a beating heart scared enough to run across

i weave into lines to tackle them into oblivion
i eye onto waves and pierce them into obsidian

we shatter glass
for we are tired of making sense