Your fighting hard and pulling through
Hopefully you'll be coming home soon
All the prayers and love are being sent your way
Just take it one step at a time
day by day
We want to see you and hug you tight
Keep pushing through, your giving one hell of a fight....

I see the trees trying to grow large enough to leave this place.
They were:
Hand-Holding-Plants
makinglovetopeace

We are:
as if  statues  building  one another
large enough
to destroy themselves

We are the wicked,
making love
to our sickness.
and when wicked
is the eye of the beholder
we build a great and terrible machine around us which we call Us.

It is the shaking scared skeleton of a forest rotting away from a place which beauty built in it's sleep.

the motion picture of the horror sequence of our mind.

The world bleeds out the fire of man

Born inside a seraphim skin
we abuse and build death
around our bodies
in connected piles on the ground.

waiting calmly.
coming in for the ****.

an anthill
vacated and caved in
until everything is finally
quiet and still.

you can not grow skin
on a mausoleum
and wait for it to breathe.

while you sit
and you wait
your own skin
will leave.

when nothing is left to die,
in that time;
no one is left to grieve.