#othercore
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
and so the sun sets on the final day
lace and flowers hide the ruin so well
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
you have war in your blood
that surges through your veins
every waking moment
you carry the weight of you ancestors
in your soul
suffering is funny sometimes
when you slaughter me
is that a religion for you?
when you draw blood
does that feel righteous?
when you scrape words
from my vocal chords?
does this cause you pain
or does it make you feel
alive?
because i would give
anything
to be that close to you again
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
it comes earlier each year
the yearly ritual of unbecoming
the sun going red
and the birds circling in the sky
they have come to pick you clean
something passes by your garden
as twilight sets in
and compliments how your roses have grown so well
you thank them
you do not mention the bodies
that make the flowers grow so well
as the sun hits it’s zenith
droning fans pierce the otherwise silent atmosphere
the usual screams that come from beyond the fence
are easier to ignore
we held on too hard
now we’re bleeding out on your bedroom floor
there’s something so intimate about this moment
a moment of quiet in which all secrets pass between
