You weep, I wept

slept in
until the earliest of hours

cowering
you watched me walk into the sun

My rhyme, my reason
your reasons

are beyond me now

Now
beyond
my wildest dreams

Your  pain, it is perfect, so pretty when you hurt.Your hurt, so patient, so beautiful in your blur, so beautiful when you're blue, my awe, your sad eyes, all I feel is you, all I feel is, you.

          
You  sing those sad songs, those songs of truth, those truths of sad songs, the truths I see in you, a moth to a flash light, all I see is you, all I hear is, you, dark in your light now, you are still, my truth.


The  pain so perfect, always be with you, the pain so poetic, its always been for you, life has changed now, even without you, you live inside now, the space I saved for you.

I keep hearing about this glass house
having only lived
after plucking
the glass
out

But
who am I
to doubt the tale
with a rock in my hand
leaving bloodied glass in my trail

I am not tempted, nor am I inspired, by the fire anymore
I've hard wired my tired wars, to my tired words
burnt up by dying worlds, until matured

No burn in the flame
no excitement
nor shame

no N0th1ng, but the fire
no wishes, nor desires

just the flame

This night, so unsightly
dampened in the light
darkened by the days
dimmed by the bright
but this night
it's mine
to bide my days
in and of my love
but not stay

oh lord, oh lord
I'm born unto horns
my love, my life
my warnings, my war
oh the lorn, the lorn
my love turned to scorn
tonight, for a night
I am torn toward more

no more
no more
-no more

I live on a planet that will eat you
No matter your thoughts nor your ego
With seven billion people
All of them evil
Blood lusting, dumb
or deceitful

They will defeat you

I live on a land that will feed you
But to beat you,
Freeze you
To build you,
Into

A machine

A machine that harvests energy
from the trees
But only to leash you
To lead you,
Unto
Unleashing
upon the
seas

But to deplete you
To fill you

of these

d
  r
   e
     a
       m
          s


I live in a prison system
In a solar driven orbit
In a spinning piston
of an engine
that absorbs
It

And
It

i
t

is a
planetary
collision course set
Forced in motions not
born yet

A speeding galaxy
ending on its
onset

An ocean of matter
serving as a
concept

A banner
filled of skeptics
and of prophets

Even the nonsense
of our profits

Is prospect

to the progress
of a faucet
unsolved
yet

stopping
where it

S
t
  a
   r
    t
     e
      d

absolved
of it

heart

l
e
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