Under a blanket of despair,
no sleep can be found.
A sweet lullaby stolen
from the lips of a mother.
Her tears forming a river
as the cacophonic sound of gunshots
greets the return of the night,
robbing the soul of peace
while harmony is torn asunder

Cells were closed off,
Charred on the outside fresh on the in.
A wall of non-energy surrounded my skin.
Gut was disconnected from the cognitive,
No feeling not living.
My biological imperative,
To wonder why there are stars at night.
Feel a sense of peace, looking on,
even release of fright.
Feeling is the weight in every decision,
Giving meaning to orbital vision.
Morbid attrition incorporate in wisdom,
Reminder; of the limitation of emotion.
The blank page you can never write.

What shall I talk of, to you this evening?
Paltry little items to waste both our time's
Epic things to stir your shallow interest
No I just want to see you for what you are

What the hell do you want of me
Alright you need to know of my ways
That's a laugh as I can't relate to those
I think at an instants whim so what's next

Too much has passed my eyes to this day
To tell you in a few words, would fail both of us
You in your understanding of my ways,
and me in a feeling of being understated

evening is a germ gem
that albeit corroborates the crowns perdition
rain buds are soft on child skin
abducted pride equinox

sacrifice..........to universe
diamond dispositions forged fickle of anxiety
grafted on the ranks an epaulette
dermis of a sullen sun domineering