Never Garnered - Should nt
Never Garnered - Should(n't)
I've reached that point of bankruptcy in spirit
watching city lights gleam in arrogance - reaching out
to be understood.
Intelligence and innocence held in household urns
to stink of cigar smoke and fish-bait,
and hold vigils over plastic angels; dreamy and beautiful,
caught in smooth euphoria
That I always witnessed from afar, then cast into sleep.
Have you ever felt the ichor as the day breathes deep
showering pieces of those that thought themselves invincible
The love songs long ago died out, and the hate is simply empty
terrible and compassionate for the sense of self.
Abject apathy tears the temples down, dejected and defective,
in that sudden sense of missing someone.
I never saw that glitter, in your eyes, of fearing death,
but rather of me, covered in cigar smoke
left to worship plastic angels.
It's what's inside, destined to bloom forever in moonlight
blessed and beautiful, like alabaster poison
that finally brought color to what