i knew of the gods that hide in the sky
but i did not know of the god
that hides behind your eyes
i am love with the divine
I’m not a flower
Whos roots remain in soil,
I am strong,
Built for the long run
With arms outstretched
we are born as valid foundations, with a seedling of a blueprint of grand proportions sleeping soundly in our minds.
we live life here...
The hypnotic ocean
sings the songs
of my heart
it’s body moves
in a lonely un-embraced
a dancing seduction
There’s a bloated corpse at the foot of my bed,
It is the very corpse of Will,
It sits there rotting, with dead dark eyes,
Staring at me wherever I lie.
And where I lie is not far off,
For Will’s dead you see,
For every action there is no drive,
No reason for the decisions to which I arrive.
I’m decomposing, with rigor mortis setting in,
I’m not that far behind Will, you see,
I’d wish I could get my Will back,
Before I too am a corpse, with eyes so black.
But Will must feed off of drive,
And mine starved to death.
With flame and spark simply gone,
What can one do with every day drawn?