lifelesslove
07/07/03, 05:20 PM
a piece i wrote at four am, in a caffeine buzz, check it out , give me the rundown, probably my favorite piece to write...
Sleeping stops blood flow
The resiliency of wings, how long do they last, before they shed, and do you know?
So, I’ll now test their durability, with this long line of questions ,and wait for twilight, your face to show…
The moon, and sunsets they part ways, and help us coat our lives with meaning, but the feathers fall to shame.
This was a world, before we grew, to face the grounds of martyrdom, and we shell ourselves up, the remains what is left. You’ve singed the retinas of the tired, and sugar coat our lives with dreams of flourishing . But a few seconds of life can change all our hopes…dashed out by hyphens, comatose by commas, as
YOU PILLAGE THE TOWNS FOR THE LOVE OF THE LIGHT, and the radiance of flames inflamed in your heart, in flames is my life. I cease to be, a living hope, and I’ll close these eyes, as we hope for dreams, and the cuts and gashes that seal my body, I shout out and let the wind take hold, sleeping should stop this blood flow.
Now, I open my eyes, awake from a pillow, of leaves and ground ,and look around. The streets now barren, I survived the horror, thirty six hours of intimate fires. They act like nothing change, still offer the same phrases, they wish that it could have been different, could have cracked their shells.
While you ripped this place apart, sacrilegious in intent, now you smile fake as always, and I remember last night’s dissent. A killing spree, that helped you grow, and this isn’t what I need, winter black, ash filled snow…vicarious, did you love each and every victim just as much as you loved me?
And the moon, now bears all consequence, of what happened so many times before, and every nights the same, with the power surge of fatal stroke, you took my life, and smile again, take my words, compile the text, then love the world, you sacrificed, (inflamed) in flames.
Sleeping stops blood flow
The resiliency of wings, how long do they last, before they shed, and do you know?
So, I’ll now test their durability, with this long line of questions ,and wait for twilight, your face to show…
The moon, and sunsets they part ways, and help us coat our lives with meaning, but the feathers fall to shame.
This was a world, before we grew, to face the grounds of martyrdom, and we shell ourselves up, the remains what is left. You’ve singed the retinas of the tired, and sugar coat our lives with dreams of flourishing . But a few seconds of life can change all our hopes…dashed out by hyphens, comatose by commas, as
YOU PILLAGE THE TOWNS FOR THE LOVE OF THE LIGHT, and the radiance of flames inflamed in your heart, in flames is my life. I cease to be, a living hope, and I’ll close these eyes, as we hope for dreams, and the cuts and gashes that seal my body, I shout out and let the wind take hold, sleeping should stop this blood flow.
Now, I open my eyes, awake from a pillow, of leaves and ground ,and look around. The streets now barren, I survived the horror, thirty six hours of intimate fires. They act like nothing change, still offer the same phrases, they wish that it could have been different, could have cracked their shells.
While you ripped this place apart, sacrilegious in intent, now you smile fake as always, and I remember last night’s dissent. A killing spree, that helped you grow, and this isn’t what I need, winter black, ash filled snow…vicarious, did you love each and every victim just as much as you loved me?
And the moon, now bears all consequence, of what happened so many times before, and every nights the same, with the power surge of fatal stroke, you took my life, and smile again, take my words, compile the text, then love the world, you sacrificed, (inflamed) in flames.