The sun rises
We start a brand new day
Another challenge to face
As we go forward in every way
We put ourselves to the test
In order to get better
Expanding our horizons
To make our visions sharper

Grain by grain the sand
Fell through the sieve
You slipped through my hands
Your belief faltered

The pile stacked against you
No perceivable escape
This land becomes your tomb
Your body upon the alter

Ready to make the sacrifice
Nothing is gained if absent
Blood is mankind's truest vice,
But ink is the authors

I can't say I know who or what I am at this point in my life but I can tell you with absolute certainty that when I look at the stars and the moon in the deep dark of the night I know I'm not human and that I don't belong here and if you can hear this and not think that I am crazy you might just be mad enough for me to stay here with or to sit down together and plan our escape

I cannot escape you.
Though I run until my thighs quiver,
Fatigue sinking in like a sickness,
I cannot outrun the breeze of your breath
Nor the snapping of your teeth at my heels.
Slick with sweat that smells of iron
Like blood
But still I run.

And I will keep running until you pounce
Baring my throat to the night
Singing to the moon of your triumph
And claim my heart with your teeth.

I cannot escape you.

you are leathered with residue
decaying the rust off your skin
with our initials crawling into
alabaster sheets that all I have really
felt while staring out at the streets
we're people fading by egotistical
lack of self confidence
even though I admit using
seducing strategies
possibly disgusted by my own
emotions
that I am placing ******
thrills on my own configuration
because it's humid and blatant
unkowling breathing ruthless sentiments
of our holy communion

I am splitting into a holy sin
drenched in blissful wartime rations
of water or passion
your cotton skin and these sheets
bold statements between white teeth
it’s all a fading mystery
you said I’m something childlike
your hands are stained cherry
and even if they were around my neck
I’d whisper your name like a vesper
simply waiting
for the day to come where it all fades
because you refuse to be a
young god
no matter how it seems to be
to me in all of my naivety