These things
These things
What are these things?
How did they come to me?
I fear..

I'm colder than this world
Older than these bones
So familiar with this land
This earth beneath my feet
This energy pulsing in my veins
Reminding me again
I am alive

Beautiful silence
Beautiful pain
Hidden in every corner
In every atom
Lurking unseen

Lost in a life
Full of sin
Dreams
Are a madness
Believing all before you
When nothing makes sense
Leaving you with no defense

Spiraling
Downward
All of the pieces are there
But it's no way to live
If you're only surviving
But still
I picked up my head
I picked up my head...

Every day all is getting a bit colder
As we grow closer
To the day
When we return
To the dust
From whence we came.

- Jay M
May 27th, 2019