the music
to drown out the silence
the serum
to shield the arrows
the smoke
to make the pieces whole

Dark,
gray,
lonely.
Baren with lost souls wandering the streets,
empty hearts,
empty stomachs,
empty eyes.

Then,
it came.

It dropped from the sky
the way tears fall from my cheek.
Little bundles of cold,
freezing the burning
hurt,
drenching the scars
with a blanket of a new day
a new thought.

They rise from the dead,
back,
alive,
and ready to roll.
Smiles leap across like rainbows on skies,
eyes lit the way you build a bonfire with frosty trembling hands,
movements jerky with fervor.

They're back.

You make the devil look like an angel.

It's been awhile since I last saw you
I heard that you found her
The perfect girl
That is not me
And you treat her like a princess
While I am obsessed
With listening to the voices in my mind
Telling me to die
Everyday

a little later the truth came out
plainly clear to see like it always does eventually
awakes with time all of man to truths
Aristotle and Plato got lost for
centuries but stood again
in a Renaissance
so what I said to you will
be resurrected under monolithic ghosts
of huge stones with no one understanding their purpose
or how the Red American of the 21st century ever created
full towers of babble in the future and so
I will then turn over
in my grave.