the lifting of the veil
so bittersweet
if only i could close my eyes again
forget the things i didn't used to know
then maybe i could howl at the moon with my laughter like i used to
spend my nights
careless,
        carefree
dancing under the Northern Lights

happy.
but the world can't be saved by the sun
the spoken word
and neither can you
only backwards thinking and broken promises

but we never really had a chance anyways,
did we?
what begins in flames will, inevitably end
in flames
(or maybe darkness)
an atomic bomb going off at the top of Mount Everest on the coldest night of the year
(what in God's name was that?)
(the whole mountain is imploding)
imminent death.

if only i could feel you now
the sweet, sullen grace that grasps your foul mouth
your filthy façade that paralyzed my senses
unwound, like a clock
i came
frozen eternally
on 7:29
(am or pm?)

only the best lovers can bring out the worst in each other