this picture laid so gently across
the landscape i once called my home
pieced together
sticks and stones
crookedly sewn
none of it makes sense to me
anymore
nothing left to do but stare
half admiration, half *******
whatever's left i guess
i choose to ignore
i set fire to the destruction
reversing the effects
of everything that i've done.
and i smile.
there's beauty in this captivity
when the raindrops hit
the wooden frame
a midst the flames
this smoke, these clouds
keep my soul safe
and i smile.
the anchorage i feel
to this sinking ship
to these rotting trees
remains a secret
remains unchanged
it is here my mind
decides to wander
and i'll never tell
i will never share
i will never tear
apart my seams
and it may burn
and i may find it
hard to breathe
but i believe
that pain is the most
purest form of payment
and i am due
to pay my rent
so let it burn and let it scratch
and let it rise from this ***** ash
create a mess, destroy what's left
my eyes are full
as are my lungs
and i smile.
it is here, it is right here
and i have never
felt so alive, and so alone.