These cracks grow ever wider
Opening, never closing
They breach the road of dawn's suffering

The steam rises in a barren winter
Warmer, and warmer
A preamble to a year of desolation

The chair in the corner rocks in rhythm
Monotone, creaking and shadowing
A ritual of maleficence that lives ever on

The clouds billow in the morning
Hastening, to a new day
They fill empty souls with a devil's breath

The distance grows ever wider
Opening, never closing
Breaching the walls of a windswept hamlet

The garden cowers into the earth
Retreating, for the sounds of silence deafen
Weeping for a dream that was never born

I am a weary traveler, yet I fatigue from sitting still
I've been on this trail, seeking medicine for my disease
Not sure if I'm still alive, or merely ill

I am lukewarm water, yet I burn from the cold inside
I stop at every impasse, pushing rocks out of my way
And wondering if my legs are broken, or if they overstride

I am a rudderless vessel, paying no mind to signs
As I drift from place to place, from dream to dream
Retreating from this world without a finish line

I am a weary traveler, yet I fatigue from sitting still
I've been on this trail, seeking medicine for my disease
Still not sure if I'm alive, or merely ill

So I'm a fool
What does that entail?
Is it because I walk this endless road?
Faceless and alone
Never stopping to settle myself
In all the crevices of life

Or is it because I revel in the mystery?
Stealing stars from the sky
Lapping at dew that tastes like poison
As the sun beats me down
I am just a carnivore
With an empty stomach

I think I'll hatch a harebrained scheme
One to form and mold my self-worth
Is this wonderland all out of wonder?
Or after all this debating
Am I just a politician
With an empty stomach?

April emerges with little ambition
And it will fade as swiftly with similar intentions
So I am proud to be its fool
Careless and divided
Never aiming for the spoils
Just watching out for the watchers

Having fallen into trances before
I am no stranger to the spectacle
I am just a thimble
And you, my love
You are the needle

Together, we sew the regal robes of this affair
With silver heartstrings tout and bare
I am perched on electric fences
And it's true, my love
You are the current

Leaving steps behind heavy feet
These stitches are losing their strength
I am neither a bridge nor water
But I drown in blue, my love
You are the anchor

This loft reeks of expired sunlight
While eastbound clouds obstruct my view
I am no stranger to my senses
But it's no use, my love
You are the senselessness

It's raining acidic dreams and satellites
Sheathed in shadow, she tears her veil
My feet are cut from all the rubble
My throat is clutched, I can't inhale

Empress turns her keel
As she sails further and further away
She is feasting on simple solitude
Like a ravenous bird of prey

The aperture is closing
Soon, no light will pass
She stares through my empty soul
Sharp as starlight and broken glass

Twirling a dress sewn by comet tails
Fabric of penumbra and white lace
I trip into the low gravity of her love
Forever drifting through time and space

Tender helpless hands
Outstretched from the colossal abyss
That is love, loss, and lethargic lullabies

Digging deeper
The dirt is caking underneath my fingernails
Desperately clawing to find a God within his children

Yet finding nothing of the sort
Weary arms become numb and listless
Letting shadows consume the brief pale sunrise

Grappling with faith
Bleeding like horizons over porcelain eyes
Heaven, Hell, or am I straddling fences again?

Bravery before brevity  
Sanity has no sovereign, no direction, no pulse
And honor is a last breath escaping from dying lungs

Denouement.
Make me believe.
Believe I was more than a whisper.

Intermission.
Take a fading breath.
Breathe and release, the rift will close.

Prologue.
We are born.
Into tragedy and the sound of her smile.

Now we're back at where it always ends.
The beginning.