Fists clenched, knuckles white.Thousands of words tear at my throat,Every heavy breath a hushed bellow.There is no where you could go,There is no where you could hide,Where I would not follow.You cannot escape retribution.This is the last time you cross me,I demand blood as restitution.Pray to god you see tomorrow.it is a curse to be hot headed when you have weapons growing out of your face.
the howl of a wolfcroons grief on the windtwin chills of regret and reliefrake down your spinea thick pressure emanates fromthe pure black all aroundshadows dance just out of sighttear filled eyes darting aboutreach out a timid handfeel fingers that aren't your ownrun, lamb, and knowthis is no place to roam
Desperation crawls up my vocal chords, begging to be spoken.(it still hurts)My lips are sewn shut; thread made of fear, needle made from the steel in your eyes.(i miss you)Weak words feel like acid on my tongue. I need to spit them out, but I'd rather burn.(come home)I will not kneel and grovel. You were always free to leave.(i need you)stubborn fool, who wins if you don't give in?
The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonderWhat effect I can have. My hands wave underThe heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowingMe like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowingWhither or why or even how I am going.So much there is outside me, so infinitelySmall am I, what matter if minutelyI beat my way, to be lost immediately?
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness....Lidless windowsGlazed with a flashy lusterFrom some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.And down among iron gutsPiled silverThrowing gray spatter of light... pale without heat...Like the pallor of dead bodies.
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride --Then -- Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East, and Victory --Midnight -- Good Night! I hear them call,The Angels bustle in the Hall --Softly my Future climbs the Stair,I fumble at my Childhood's prayerSo soon to be a Child no more --Eternity, I'm coming -- Sire,Savior -- I've seen the face -- before!