The name is that which can no longer be applied
For the subject has changed a thousand times over
Disintegrated backbone that cannot offer anymore support
Than a crumbling pillar
That brings the ceiling crashing down
And destroys the protected world
Leaving bloodless eyes staring upwards at an empty sky
Words on paper, nothing more
These words can be forgotten
Or never understood. So they must be as sharp knives,
piercing through thick gristle, scarring deep beneath the skin
Lest they be counted among trivialities
In the moments of the future.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
The name is that which can no longer be applied
For the subject has changed a thousand times over
Disintegrated backbone that cannot offer anymore support
Than a crumbling pillar
That brings the ceiling crashing down
And destroys the protected world
Leaving bloodless eyes staring upwards at an empty sky
Words on paper, nothing more
These words can be forgotten
Or never understood. So they must be as sharp knives,
piercing through thick gristle, scarring deep beneath the skin
Lest they be counted among trivialities
In the moments of the future.
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