It's a little late for
A smile
It's a little late for
A mile

You promised
Or
Maybe I did
That the sun
Would always shine
In
Both of our eyes

You're a tad quick
With your pick
You're a bit knicked
With your tick

But I love you
Just the same
There's no reason
I wouldn't have came

Walk toward a dead poet
Mirror
Expose of a soulless
Exhibitionist

Praying
One day

They'll have a soul

They believe

Is not worth

Remembering.

depression is being colorblind
and constantly told how colorful the world is

and
all of a sudden i felt
really tired.
like the world had drained me
for everything
i had

I can taste civilizations
Your mouth is full of war
And if warrior's lips graze scapulas
My constellations start to ache
With moonlight in my washbasin
I pray my armor may dissolve
No use have I for bones or hair
No want for teeth or eyes
I have seasons locked inside me
Ice and heat and rain
What a shame it is to be made of flesh
I am stars and trees and rage
Transient like a leaf in the wind
Whittled down until only rocks remain.