Learning the way out.
in between feels like forever
you're darkyears away,
the antimatter
of vicarious personhood.
days crumble upside down
the pain had you butchered
only sparrows forget their stories in the sunset.
the mute carpets keep you company
still life with despair and an apple.
Jesus promised something
-undeciphered-
look at this fallen demigod
you’re a pile of fears
drying in the sun
and the night has no (w)holes to hide
a stuffed puppet
the true form -
unrecognized.
pain is almost a character
roaming inside
tramping blindly the remains of the day
making everything so sharp alive,
look
each cell has a voice
and you can’t open your eyes:
no space, no name
just a rotten apple
left over from yesterday.
no one came on the mute carpets
and the silence holds on
like a ghost of the future
language gets killed
yet the heartbeats
march on
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Learning the way out.
in between feels like forever
you're darkyears away,
the antimatter
of vicarious personhood.
days crumble upside down
the pain had you butchered
only sparrows forget their stories in the sunset.
the mute carpets keep you company
still life with despair and an apple.
Jesus promised something
-undeciphered-
look at this fallen demigod
you’re a pile of fears
drying in the sun
and the night has no (w)holes to hide
a stuffed puppet
the true form -
unrecognized.
pain is almost a character
roaming inside
tramping blindly the remains of the day
making everything so sharp alive,
look
each cell has a voice
and you can’t open your eyes:
no space, no name
just a rotten apple
left over from yesterday.
no one came on the mute carpets
and the silence holds on
like a ghost of the future
language gets killed
yet the heartbeats
march on
