Apr 12
they come
for me in the
summer
sweetness of
the moon rains down
on the last bus
going home
all the flowers
crushed beneath
the sky
cry for the
mother tree
it's not that hard
to mute the violence
for she was standing
still when I met her
now she's part
of the crop
I don't know what
else to tell you
I've never known
what it feels to be
someone else
I wear my skin
more drunk then
others
my bones pierce
through my veins
the blood rushes
down the staircase
spiralling into
the circles
circling the end
of times
I wish I'd known
you better
but you don't
exist inside these
walls
if only I was trying
to build a better world
we could've known
each of us
there's nothing
else to succeed our
thoughts
there's only so much
you can feed the insides
before it eats you in your
moment of silence
it's better to burn the
rest of you than keep
living the lies
maybe the fire will
cleanse us of our stagnant
despair
nothing moves without
a herculean effort
is this how you feel
when you are sober?
it's better I don't
wake before the end
of another year
I've never felt more
alive when my mind is
blank
so let them come
and find me
I'm waiting for
something to happen
anyway
I'll trade all my
fantasies for one
moment of absolute
nothingness
I can't even tell when
the summer begins and
where it ends
I wasn't born to
count reality
