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aviisevil Mar 28

there is a friend
in silence

in serried coffers
of heavy air

carving pieces
of you to feed the
lullabies

stifling the last
of convulsions

leaving the rest
to fall asleep

in arms of the
white noise


aviisevil Mar 26


between sunrise
and sunsets

confined bone
and flesh

nests an ocean
that cannot sleep

each drop a
breath escaped

where it pours
in the sorrow

of everything
in mourning

for eyes that
do not speak



aviisevil Mar 2

when did you go
grey?

I asked the yellow
sun

I've watched you
as you've watched
me

grow from young
summer

to an autumn that
nests in comfort of
a heavy blanket

worn down with
every breath of the
weary chore

how come we're
so old now?


aviisevil Feb 21

they do not speak
the silence—

of wilderness that grows
in fractured walls

they take for a smile
and nothing else

until the lips rupture
and bleed into the soil

sowing teeth in rooms
with locked doors and
boarded windows

where the pendulum
spirals in circles

the kingdom of
nothing else and
no one—

burning in slivered
nights


aviisevil Feb 11

they come and talk between
the lines and I tell them I am
here and listening

countless hours and
countless words spent

I turn the pages and I
write them down and I
show them

the drying ink on
the counter

to look for themselves
in the emptied spring they
call by my name

that they can take to
their hearts desire

and fear not for me
I gently whisper to the
winds

let them all
come


aviisevil Feb 1


to have lived everyday
not knowing the colour of
the morning sun

such is my burden of
nothingness

that has made a home
somewhere deep within
me

slowly emptying into
the expanding sorrows

finding not one and
nothing to hold on to

as the world spins every
twenty four hours back to
square one

that is all that I have to
call of my own

a chain of thought
amplifying the silence

ten thousand steps back
and forth going nowhere

black coffee that tastes
like cigarettes

pointless letters to
no one

that is all that I have to
call of my own



aviisevil Jan 26

night's young and
I'm lost in age

her blindness is upon
my days

drowning in darkness
gasping to forget

lord bless me for I
swallowed the sunset

the last of lights have
left me to be her solemn
prey

prayers won't save me
worship won't save me

I need you to burn this
world down and show me
the way

for her double faced
sword of regret

hangs from the ceiling
quietly waiting for me to
take another breath

I'll shed my skin show
her my teeth bare

offer her my kingdom
of bones and flesh

bow to her crown of
dusk and despair

prayers won't save me
worship won't save me

her blindness is upon
my days

I need you to burn this
fallen town and show me
the way



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