Today I breathe deep in the calm that follows your voice
Today I march on Today I hold my sword willingly Today I see you through my helmet I see all of you My comrades My warriors My soldiers All dressed to the nine Fighting your own battles Your own enemies But we fight them side by side Today I feel the brotherhood of this battle. Today the fight doesn’t feel as devastating. For when I look up There all of you are Ready to march by my side. There are days where I explode
Where parts of me are on the ceiling and my rib cage has been broken where my heart is miles away all asphalt abrasions and lungs painting the sidewalk And there are days where I implode Sucking everything around me into the darkness where I swallow stars and the sun grows pale There are days when I lose myself along the back alleys I walk begging on street corners passing out parts of me Like flyers to save the world becoming litter on the ground no one wants to save the world anymore And there are days where I fall apart Where the heart strings wound so tight falter - let go Where I dissolve in the rain of my own storm clouds There are days where I fall apart and my last breath is a sigh. Just leave
please just leave Can’t you tell In your presence Im a ghost Can’t you tell my bloods run dry are you satisfied? Just go Please just go I can’t have you return to the scene of the crime All thats left is my chalk outline Just leave so I can finally cut these ties and survive the afterlife. //Caught you red handed. Maybe one day
I will lose these sad eyes Maybe one day I will lose my hollow voice and my empty chest Maybe one day my skin will warm to the touch and my heart will thaw Maybe one day Recovery will choose me. I swear we are stars on our own
all on tracks to desolation tracing the trail of our implosions over and over hoping this time something beautiful will spring from our destruction we meet each other with open arms of our nebula bodies hoping the magnitude of our explosions could keep us together we sink into darkness in these empty voids we find no room to breathe So we stretch our constellations thin hoping the touch of another celestial majesty could bring us atmosphere We are expanding in the night We are starlight One day we will cultivate life. |
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January 2016
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