It is considered obvious you should never show your weakness, and yet it is the most empowering thing you can do.

I can't even think of you
as a memory,

but that's all you are
and it killed me so long ago
that

I don't know how to live anymore.

Courtesy of circumstance I can give a ****,

or maybe I can muster up two:

One for the countless who bled for this chance,

and one for little ol' you.

There is a feeling
stuck in the beating

of a heart, lost
in the vivid unknown

So here we are, no more
willing than able;
with eyes set on some
unknown sovereignty.
Where does one
turn in to
infinity?

No solemn feat

So here we are, in the
space where lips sync.
Twisting in a mystery
post-extinction.
When does
infinity
turn in to
one?

Re-run

A bullet dodged is a shot wasted.
A chance to feel, left wanting.
A chance for healing, erased.

Under a tree
Atop a hill
An iron altar
I made to fill
With my shame
And with my hate
Yet all the same
Stayed closed the gate
I knew was there
Above the hill
Where treetops sat
Never still

Nothing changed
But still I tried
When trying failed
The gates I pried
To no avail

With hinges bent
And keeper gone
My will is spent
And I go on
To remember
How I built
This temple that
I left to wilt

This altar now
Heavy as hell
Where wings to heaven
I hoped to spell
With good intent
Sunk far and down
Out of sight
Without a sound

I hoped I might
Salvage a chance
Of dreams come true
With this dance
Of right and wrong
Good and bad

Now I'm glad it's gone, good riddance


I forgot
I constructed this
Sanctuary
This stab at bliss
I had a shot
I knew I'd hit
Yet there's no chance
I didn't miss