a fleeting moment

in the heat of the morning
in the bleakness of night
the cold shard sits within me

ready to ignite

 

there is a flame of truth that tickles

my eardrums dance to the beat

there are echoes that follow me

stomping their little feet

i swivel in the chaos of life that drowns

grasping for their soft hands

forgiveness is nowhere to be found

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the ground below me crumbles
as my mind chases the cosmic tune

i can’t really help myself
because you colored out the blues

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my eyes of hollow nature
bleed the song of life
so tell me dear soul
why i carved them out with knives