Everything in the mind of the shallow is vanished in the eyes of hollow halls. That we could not live to see the sunlight, that we lost ourselves in an empty truth.

We were always broken, and we were never cured.

Because we hurt ourselves, and because we never listened.
I was always here.

But it was not my home.
And forever as the rainbows,
and relenting as the ice.

I stood by this place.
A giant with the smallest eyes.

I remember the blood in the river, the water diluted.

I was no man, in my hours here.
The sunset held me,
in my crimson waves.

The love that you had set me back for days.
And the lord spoke through me,
as I pushed him away.

I dont remember when my eyes went black.
I dont remember the seconds in the ambulance.
I dont remember holding hands with golden girls who wanted to dance.

And the lights here beamed white,
in the golden arch of the pale bright moon.

You started fires, and the embers scattered,
and the coals got wet, and space was born.

But I didnt belong,
so I tried to leave.
And the lord spoke through me,
As I pushed him away.
-P.S.