lots of teeth, nothing to bite

I felt your touch, your breath in my lungs

Looking for tomorrow, I’m stuck in today

I will push through the pain, I want to be the future

and if I go back now

well

anything could happen 

I could go back now

and they would see me

how I am

exactly how I am

but I guess thats not the worst thing that could happen

they could have seen me

oh if only they could have seen me

and how

I was back then

grayscale

A dark mist fell

over this beautiful place and

contrary to my very best optimism,

it’s hard to say that

the gloomy umbrella

it pulled down

over this night stricken place

wasn’t eerily fitting.

And this brings me to two realizations,

of which I’m not entirely sure

is more troubling:

the fact that all things can,

if even for just a moment,

turn evil,

or

that I am bone splittingly infatuated by their darkness.

Fourteen years after
ten million experienced a
disaster self-inflicted,
heat left the
water until at least half a million
died and
water peeled walls
from floors.

I keep a box of crayons and some paper by my feet

Drawing out all the things that I got to see

We will break the incessant lock

on the feathers of these wings.

Long ago cemented down

so that our kind would never fly again,

oh how they hated to see us soar

we are nothing more than the impulses we let slip through the cracks

nothing more than the broken ideals we never had the strength to hold on to in the first place

oh, how we are all fools

I’ve been to both Heaven and Hell

And I still don’t believe in either one.

she is truly an amazing piece of art

all I can ever do is admire her detail, how it all comes together to form this unexplainable beauty

these nights become more and more sleepless

eyes held open wide by fragments of ideas 

lodged deeply in my skull

unorganized, impossible to see any glimpse

of ever fitting them back together

they taunt me with their cut out puzzle pieces

begging to be unlocked and recreated

so that they may live on and leave this shell

and I would fall, empty, as they move to their new host

unsuspecting of this coming swarm

so with the broken pieces

scattered on the ground

they picked them up

until one by one

they came together

to create something new

that only they could understand