I see this birth as death
Memories pierce our grief once again
Your desire
My prayer
Small lights turn the city to blood
How scarcely we envied the sea
Trembling senses make us look further
Find my compassions worth
You speak of leaving
Only the dead escape this torture
And we are still much alive, my love

Angels have now been ruined in mire

Looking to my father

I was supposed to love him

Now sorry for his crimes

A thorn of lightning to embrace my side

Laughable torture

Visceral frustration

I, in my blindness confuse cultivation with love

To have my organs harvested

And my eyes turned to stone

This is what we expect from monsters

A masterpiece of violence

There is fear and anger and nothing else

Now we march to the soul of a salamander

I should have known you were empty

Without awareness, compassion, affection or attachment

Only blind hunger

And where our walk is heavy and the silence is impeded by love, I will be strong and you will know God sees the strength I have to carry you home one more night.

This is all.

Want and need together as one spiraling past the depths we've seen

A creased smile eternally present on my image

This arm exists to close guilt

Your tragedy spoke words but left me to question it anyways

Never separating the fine line of the road and the constant blues your face hums still in the night

And you may plant flowers to the ceiling

You might see bodies laying in the ocean

These numbers slip your pride to a slow rot

You can't collect the moon

Your bottle won't sing, anymore

As if my eyes and heart could feel blood once more