My soul is ancient.
And it is not mine.
In darkest reaches of my heart I am told I do not own it.
I am impermanent.
I feel interminable.
My soul reaches to those around it,
But finds little kinship.
This soul and I are locked together
Out of time and place,
We are anachronisms.
You have seen us before.

We
convince
each
other
not to jump
off the ledge
that we drove
each other
out on.

from the depths shall rise
a damaged soul now in disguise
shielded first by webs of lies
and quite soon he shall arise

from the darkness in the deep
a ragged voice now stirs in sleep
muttering false promises to keep
should he wake, then you shall weep

but grab ahold of the faded star
always know just who you are
remember in the darkest places
fear obscures all true faces

the light within shall hold all true
and their paths they will renew
night will always lose to day
so long as one never forgets the way

My ears burn and wiggle
When you speak my name
I listen
Patiently
From afar
With passion and desire
Just to feel a twitch
Yet there is nothing
Not even a cool breeze
Across my earlobe
To fool me
Again

i hold my breath as i read through

i hold my breath as i always do

whenever there’s something

something about you

that comes out of the back of my mind

out from where i left you behind

It’s a pity how it all goes to waste

a day or two, a month or two

then i’m back crying because i miss you

this histrionic mind of mine is a wreck

for more than 5 years i’ve been wanting you back

i let you go, i set you free

she let you go, she set you free

is it really fated?

this fantasy of you and me?