We are the ones
Who exhale fog
And conjure the storms
of our downcast

Blood is thicker than vapour
yet we run just as thin
And the raindrop patter
of our hearts
is an awfully quiet din

Oh darling, can't you see?
The weather reports tell us
Only what we want to hear

Maybe they always did, love,
But it always escaped our eyes
As we stared at the skeletal
growth of this pain


Maybe the ground always did run into the skies
But we were too busy thirsting the night

To remember
recall

and forget

How were we to notice
When we were so caught up
Choking in the thunderstorm
of our failure?

I will rear my hand back
And let it fly

Across the space-time divisions
The empty spaces of our
Memories and hatred

Rear it back
And tear it all away
Rip into shreds the nights
We had nothing in our hearts
The nights when we
had it all


I will let it crash against the mirror
of your absence

and let out a choked breath

As I bring myself under control

Leash the emotions
Always bubbling the constant laughter

and happiness

And love

The multiple echoes ringing out
Splitting my hands with the
Shattering windows and mirrors

Staring into my eyes
Spell-bound
Seeing years pass by
Speaking to the faces that no longer
Stayed
Wished for a breath
Washed-out on this beach of regrets
Wandering around, clutching to
Words and smells of who we used to be
Whispers of the air

The sinew of my hand breaks
As it recites to me the long-lost saga
Of my race
It tells me its sins and hopes and regrets

and regrets

and  r  e  g  r  e  t  s

I dream on

Hollow-eyed
Sleep-deprived
Backed into the corner
of my nightmares
The scar above my eye
Needle-marks on my chin

Throbbing
Remembering

I hold up my hands
A raw meat hammer


And they reach nothing
Past the empty fjords and valleys
where you used to reside

I am left










here

I want to drink the stars
Shine, their constellations running through my veins
Suffocate on their glow
Ragged breaths their edges shred my throat
Did stars always bleed so red?

Nowadays I find it so difficult to think
- it's like there is cotton
inside my head
asking
for something
more
than
I'm willing to give.

I lose sight of what's
important and
I don't feel very
real.

There is no
anchor
in my life as I continue
to question the
value that it might have.

The darkness
of the nights are
what
I remember
from the nights I can
never
fall
asleep
- it is in this darkness that I have grown.

And
the
white
light
with
its
white  
noise
seems like a haze,

an illusion dropped over my eyes
which I cannot help but live out.


As I lose                                                             ­                          (my sanity)
touch
with
everything
around,

this keeps resounding within me
and
my words
continuously
fail
to reach
the recipient.