the
teacher
talks
but
the
students
talk
too

i wish i were
awake enough
to live my life.

nothing has been fixed
the sun still sets
I still bleed
hot blood
from toxic wounds
cut by my loves
and
if even for a second
I thought I saw the sun
come back up a bit
it was only her trick
to leave me weakened
and bleeding still
as the wolves
came out
for the night

my muse drinks
in the afterlife
laughing at me
as I try to write
after he told me
till the day he died
that it’s already too late
if you’re trying

A water paint canvas layed out before me
And how it bends and sways with a natural aesthetic
Sensation is wonderful- yet, Curious to why we see?
And how majestic a catarac stare would be
An Organic exsistence with no visual influence
Drifting through perception in an absent lucence

Constructing a world in your own minds eye-
like a life like game in a virtual pervade
One could find luxury in a simple pig sty
Hearing only rumors of the turning sky
Character would be a conception so profound
The persuasion of Vanity - nothing but sound

Re-building this earth into your own image
From dust to form and beauty to wreckage