#godcore

in your dreams you are running. full of a heaviness that seems as if the universe rests there. the ache for something no longer there hangs in the air like the rain before a storm. dark clouds gather on the horizon but the sky is silent

do not unbury the buried

they are there for a reason

prayers might not save you this time

a crumbling church sits abandoned, do not go inside. you will not be the same thing when you come back out. there is nothing in there but empty space to spill devotion to a god that does not exist. those who remain there would eat away at what little of you is left until you also do not remember the beautiful tragedy of being human

your hands create

my hands destroy

lover

what a wonderful pair we make

when the stars bloom

I will come for you

harbor you

until then speak

speak your woes

and speak your joys

for I will listen to it all

you will never be alone again

itching itching itching

palms that once held answers

now fall silent

itching itching itching

scratch away

the only thing to find

is blood and bones

itching itching itching

where are my eyes

where are my ears

the sun shines 

I work and work and work 

words pouring 

sketches drowning me in thoughts 

I did not want 

the sky goes black 

the stars shine 

as they did long ago 

hands reach out of the darkness 

what am I doing here?

there is a god standing in the street outside
xe looks at you with eyes too sharp
and a mouth too quiet yet whispers all the same
xe points to the forest presenting a choice
the walls of the house close in
follow xem
you will not move from your window
follow xem
you know that divinity only leads to madness

and the persecution commences

stripping away anything that cannot be seen

carelessly carving away too much

the blood crawling into your lungs