my breath is blue
cold and forgettable
in this dark room
and with my eyes closed
composed of a mind
and all its follies,
that I cannot switch off;
i am lost, yes,
bless'd with a life
i never would have
known otherwise,
of minutes, mountains and
stones, wise men; a home
and sun rise,
here on this rock
me and so many like me
will die, pretending we
never would,
consuming blood and wood
even burning the forest down
'tis his kingdom, filled with
people bad and good,
some mad and filled with
scars and broken days
then there's that who
has no need for a place,
some wear stars and some
wear no face, some are meant
to die, some meant to stay
some go away never to
come back, some find
grey days soothing as they
pass by, some live
in good-byes, and some dye
themselves, some don't cry,
some won't die, and we'd
watch them live forever,
whilst we break our lies,
i live the lies too, yes,
but that's more bless'd, in
this storm of illusion,
outside this dark room
where i bleed away bits of
me, everytime i step out,
loud noises and the clock,
to break me down,
silence louder than words,
empty air for me to drown
trapped in a circle 'round
my neck,
eyes to dream me a crown,
and a mind for the countless
worthless things i've found
gagged and bound,
in the deepest layers
miles deeper than my skin
sinking, and inking my
breath blue.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
my breath is blue
cold and forgettable
in this dark room
and with my eyes closed
composed of a mind
and all its follies,
that I cannot switch off;
i am lost, yes,
bless'd with a life
i never would have
known otherwise,
of minutes, mountains and
stones, wise men; a home
and sun rise,
here on this rock
me and so many like me
will die, pretending we
never would,
consuming blood and wood
even burning the forest down
'tis his kingdom, filled with
people bad and good,
some mad and filled with
scars and broken days
then there's that who
has no need for a place,
some wear stars and some
wear no face, some are meant
to die, some meant to stay
some go away never to
come back, some find
grey days soothing as they
pass by, some live
in good-byes, and some dye
themselves, some don't cry,
some won't die, and we'd
watch them live forever,
whilst we break our lies,
i live the lies too, yes,
but that's more bless'd, in
this storm of illusion,
outside this dark room
where i bleed away bits of
me, everytime i step out,
loud noises and the clock,
to break me down,
silence louder than words,
empty air for me to drown
trapped in a circle 'round
my neck,
eyes to dream me a crown,
and a mind for the countless
worthless things i've found
gagged and bound,
in the deepest layers
miles deeper than my skin
sinking, and inking my
breath blue.
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