there's something ancient in our bones
a primal lust for dark indulgences
forbidden in this day
some of us still relish
the salt & sinew
of the **** we no longer make ourselves

will we ever lose that part of us
that wants to hunt, ****, and ****
and howl at the moon
after spending so long
caged in concrete

we long for it to turn to ash
for freedom
and for benediction
from the sins
we are about to commit

there's a certain texture to this moment
to the bare walls
that have surrounded me all this time
and that I've only noticed now

although the room is quiet
I still hear the city's noise
and the muffed din
of those next to me, but far away

the din of those
who aren't spending these moments
to stop, and smell
the absence of roses

called by a new world
leave this one behind
the people here
are all losing their minds

I'll have to stay
but there's hope for you
I was born too soon
for tomorrow's crew

with the void between us
you'll stand a chance
here, we'll fall together
with our crumbling plans

remember not to take
our madness with you
up there, stay together
like we've failed to do

and when you see our home
rise up in the sky
know we'll be looking back
and bidding goodbye

there's something sinister
about lightning - in winter
sparks, amidst the clouds
flashes in the grey
the chill, the howl
that echos
off the walls
inside us all

in these modern days
it only takes a couple frames
to convey
(the illusion of)
perfection

now we have this part
that ticks and spins
and whirs away
don't be in the moment!
you can capture it!
to put on display

so look at me
I'm just like you
I'm happy, too!

except behind the scenes
to me, it seems
a shade darker
that we're spending all this time
looking at screens

don't take me in my sleep
that would be a robbery
to miss the experience
and reflect upon it

give me a moment, or two
and make it hurt
just enough
for me
to recognize
that it is
the end.

Emily's best words
were found, left in a chest
today, how many Emilys
are lost
between the 1s and zeros
never to be heard?