By early mornings light
Shadows disperse
Run for cover to the dark roots
Subterranean refuge
Safety in the cold earth
Mother Nature’s bedrock womb
Necrosis of light gestates
Rests its weary, starless mind
Gloom retires, lies in wait
Twilight beckons the return

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it,

face it,
the facts are basic,
some people can’t right their wrongs,
so instead of sobering up they get more wasted,

following new trends that all seem outdated,

tired,
but anxious,
wired,
but sedated,

what has happened to all out glory,
what’s become of all our greatness,
I guess we lost our identity in definitions,
and now the mirrors broken but we still have to face it,

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

there's a boy who came from boston
but i am reeling over you
one week since you were in my body
your impression left between my hips
against my ribcage
there's a boy
perhaps wondering
why i haven't given a time
for us to meet quite yet
i'm on my way and he has no clue
to the coffee shop you invited me to first
while there was still snow gathered at the curb
he's probably wondering why i never called
to say goodbye back then
i wonder if you've realized
that i haven't yet given you the same chance
because i'm hoping in agony
that there isn't a chance
something is growing inside me
something that's ours
because i'd keep it

He thinks he's so invincible,
Power-ruled and drowned in glory;
Bathed in blood and gold, he howls:
The Wolf King, lonely as he is.
Missing love, missing love.
But he will know
The moon in her eyes,
For now, he is blind.