#the void speaks
you think the forest is a refuge
yet the trees twist up and away into the sky
bending away as if to aviod the touch of disease
this is not a safe place
the things darting through the underbrush
know what you did
and they are not afraid of sickness
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
bright golden fields stretch on endlessly, a cracked pavement road sprawls out beside you. the buzzing of powerlines above your head a constant companion. this looks familiar, have you gone in a circle? the grass whistles and rubs together. are you really alone? the static rises to behind your eyes and the sky goes dark.
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
do you see them marching in their rows
will they come back
or will they become just one more face
gone and forgotton
even in death
Do you trust your eyes? Something moves in the corner. When was the last time you saw something that wasn’t there? This has happened before. When was the last time you saw something that stirred an old dead feeling inside you? It didn’t used to be like this. Have you seen that before? It moves closer. When was the last time you saw movement that didn’t exist? This time won’t be the same. How much can you trust your eyes? Darkness envelops you. This hasn’t happened before. Do you really trust your eyes to comprehend the thing lurking in the shadows? The flickering light betrays your place, a head snaps up realizing they might not be alone.
am i the one you dream about at night?
how do you see me?
you told me once
and i asked you
how could you make something so beautiful
out of crumbling ash?
in your eyes
i am something i do not recognize
how do you claim to love something so unholy?
one day
you will melt into the arms
of someone who knows you
entirely
as time does
when the world blurs
as consciousness does
when sleep takes hold
you have war in your blood
that surges through your veins
every waking moment
you carry the weight of you ancestors
in your soul
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 ocean
drops out from underneath
my feet
the sky
opens above me
come home
the void of space whispers
come home
allow yourself to be swallowed up and made whole
it will be there
still and unmoved
it will be there
crawl through the window
cut open your heart
fog chasing your heels
with the wind pushing you back
the eyes, ever watching, the heart too bloody and the heat too loud
the eyes, always watching, everything from everywhere and nowhere
the eyes, unceasing, smooth and slick is the way of the days
the eyes, now blind, forgiveness became sin
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
Sometimes I just wanna…y'know….wedge myself into a hollow tree and….sit there….y'know..?
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
and the persecution commences
stripping away anything that cannot be seen
carelessly carving away too much
the blood crawling into your lungs
