We bury
We grieve
We pray

Dieu Nos Protège
God Protect Us

I am a part of humanity
Waiting patiently for it to regain its sanity
That day may not come,
But my perspective is of some.

Madness made people hollow,
Pride became something you can't swallow.
Greed is in the air,
I've heard cries of despair.

Darkness filled the hearts of many,
Money as the one thing they want as plenty.
It's all for the fame,
They treat life like a game.

And there are those who stand
Holding hand in hand
Trying to remove the filth of this land
But some are just blown away like sand.

Corruption fills our lungs
Until we cannot sing songs
Of the things we want to see
Or of just wanting to be free.

I am a part of humanity
Trying to make us change
We can't stay the same
For destruction will surely come out way.

It's not one thing
It's not five
It's not something I can
point to on a map
of my wrongdoings and my
rights
The geography of the
darkest places I have
within me
and the landscaped
version that I share and
I've
refined,

I'm sorry

It's not one thing, my love,
It's not five

It's all things all the time.

Masked by beauty
Scarred by grace
Painfully waiting
My love, my place
Is this the best
Of
Life's
Taste?

It's my lifeboat
that floats
center stage in the
opaque green, mucky lake.

It glistens and gleams

As its diamond eyes
stare into mine
and ****** me;
further manipulating my senses.

The lake speaks in sonnets,
admitting truths of love and desire.

It cannot live without me,
for I have always managed to make its life more "hectic in the best way possible"

-a forbidden love.

"One day we will find a way to be together", it says.

"One day you and I may become one."

I need the lake, for it has always managed to find me peace.

     Sincerely yours,
                              
                                 Curtis

My leaky red lifeboat.

It's sinking; slowly sinking.

Soon, the lake will have taken it for itself and we will "finally be able to be together.", as it had once said.

Although, as much as I love the lake, and as much peace as it has brought me, I am very hesitant to accept this.

As my lifeboat fades into oblivion, taking me with it, I wonder.

-'So this is how it's going to end, huh? ..really?'

    Sincerely yours,
                              
                                C­urtis

The lake is drying up, and I no longer know what to do. They have taken my lifeboat.

They told me that it'd be okay- that they would make sure I turned out alright.

Yesterday they gave me an ultimatum: them or this, my life as it stands.

As I expressed my immense confusion, they only seemed to grow equally so and angrier than I had ever seen them.

The lake is my dearest love.

However,  I cannot promise myself to it, as I fear that that would be my worst and biggest mistake.

           Sincerely yours,
                                     Curtis