You and I will never die
but it’s better to kiss ghosts
than live a lie.
Tricks of youth wonder,
flourished in mind.
Your flush and my hold
a card game of cat and mouse
never growing old.
Ahh, but what am I without you, my dear?
We’ve come too far to give up now.
Shed my skin, this generic pause
Leafing through pics with no purpose at all.
I’m becoming, you’re drifting
it’s simply a means to an end.
My soulmate, my love
my only one
who I’d die for, because
We were meant for greater things.
You must be the loneliest person on earth.
And I will hold onto you for all you’re worth,
but I don’t think it will lift the curse.
You, the loneliest soul on earth.
You must have the stranglehold of a billion youth.
The world at your disposal, disposing you.
A voice that goes unheard.
Lonelier than the souls begging for truth.
You must hold up others while the leaders sleep.
Still able to look in the mirror, with graves dug deep.
Sparing a dying breath, the world once at your feet,
now, fading faster than innocence, with no relief.
Petitions and prayers, soldiers watching in far off lands,
Superpowers procure the wallets of the “self-made” man.
Inheriting the gravesites of dollars well spent,
poppy fields that go for miles on end.
Trails of dead, dollar signs where lives began.
You, the loneliest person on earth.
don’t give a damn how I feel.
Or whether I hold onto my next meal.
Fuck you and your last breath.
I’ll see you eye to eye until your death.
I am tired
But I am awake.
We’ve been through worse.
More cliches to settle in discourse.
The window, left open for you to sneak in,
arouse the dead outside in the night air.
Climb in bed and pretend you never left.
Still, here I am. Awake.
The eerie sound of angels too lazy to carry me into dreamland.
Longest breath from me to you.
Across the room.
Sleep til daybreak
The wraiths at night wait.
3 a.m., I feel it
Daybreak and its ugliness.
The room comes alive.
Burnt the last time,
throw out every chance to return.
Reborn, under the guise of dead skin,
Better to return again
known to the world,
as the last exile
Trapped under wheels, rolling pins and needles,
Turned dust and mist into black tinged lungs.
One final roar, coughs in fits and starts
Lost energy, drifting long enough to forget it mattered at one time.
Then the point of no return, no turning back, nothing held and nothing lasts.
You know this by now.
No one cared enough to make it worthwhile.
Jettison into cyberspace, we’re filled with waste.
We’re dismissed, we’re less descript, we cant believe it came to this.
We’ll never be missed.
Gravity pulls you into the abyss.