there is no silence within you;
and still, no place to resonate.
amidst a flash of deja vu,
how could you form
your own escape?
chastised tongues
are bathed in blood;
salt the wounds now,
as she weeps.
the truth rebuked
in sacrifice;
what does it mean
to truly sleep?
the vivid recount,
you’ve been here before
familiar sounds,
foreign allure.
do halted hearts
liberate souls?
is your last breath
even your own?
dreams
dreams of black and gold
remnants of arson;
smoldered coals.
dreams
dreams of severed souls
lavish closets;
empty homes
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
there is no silence within you;
and still, no place to resonate.
amidst a flash of deja vu,
how could you form
your own escape?
chastised tongues
are bathed in blood;
salt the wounds now,
as she weeps.
the truth rebuked
in sacrifice;
what does it mean
to truly sleep?
the vivid recount,
you’ve been here before
familiar sounds,
foreign allure.
do halted hearts
liberate souls?
is your last breath
even your own?
dreams
dreams of black and gold
remnants of arson;
smoldered coals.
dreams
dreams of severed souls
lavish closets;
empty homes
a poem for the light-hearted.
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