ten daysyou offered your hand and i pushed itMore Like This
though you know all i wanted was for you to save m
and i guess you did, but there 's no.room.left.for
her nails around my heart, if i move i ble
The bridgeon the bridge.More Like This
There's a boy on the bridge and he's moving away from you. Five seconds ago your eyes had met and sapphire irises aflame, he fled like hunted deer. A painful escape on hateful hooves. Twenty seconds ago you saw him and your eyes shone with life. Ten seconds from now your eyes will dim and they will look like burnt gold, metallic and icy. If he looks behind him he will see his glassy reflection and he might see a demon where you see an angel.
on the bridge.
You're on the bridge and you're moving away from me. You're leaning against the railing and the rusty metal itches your skin like dead cacti. You're a desert. You're pulling yourself up onto the bar in motions like falling dunes and now you're sitting on the edge. And your feet are dangling until they crumble like sand descending from the edge of the world. Then you slip into the sky like a drop of water but you're a desert and life is a mirage and you're dead before you hit the ground.
Primitivedon't ever think i'm ahead of you. i'm years behind you. i'm trapped eras and eons ago, where a new sun is warming pulsing, breathing earth. new earth. i'm old and i'm new. i'm new and i'm here to devise the newer. i am sitting at the edge of dawn, my feet dangling from the shore and dipping into oceans, stirring, shifting the future. i am howls in the dead of night. i am feral screams and giddy moans that eroded the world and made it the never changing, always changing universe we walk on every night. i am a million stories of heartache and loss. i am one thousands tales of love and discovery. i am pleasure dressed in pain. i am beauty drenched in the vulgar. i am here and i will always be here. i was then and i will always be then. i am the first sigh the earth breathed to welcome its delicate subjects of life. i am a gentle lie and a deeper truth. i am the beginning. i am the end. i existed long before human opened his quivering eye. i am not the light from thoughtful irises. i am tMore Like This
CircuitsCircuits course withMore Like This
a snake tongue
slides down your throat.
Keyboards on fire;
screens, a film of the first ice
to drench the arctic.
beneath your touch.
Voices scream in your head until you realize they're spewing from your rotting mouth.