Listless watching houses fly by
I'm helpless to my fate.
I'm being sent to a new state of being.
Call me dramatic to my face
don't you know I'm the front to this game we play?
Im so fuckin bored
even the mosquitoes are coming out
to see the fires that are raging now
to witness the systems shutting down.
Let me dance to drunk mans tune
I have no business drifting elsewhere
let me tear myself open with your silverware
let us feast upon the moon.
I'm not staying young forever.
Let me be reckless in the daylight
let my kiss my forgiveness into charred skin
let me into your ribcage
and make a home for two.
The windows are staying shut
in this summers humid heat
and I hate to find that I'm lost
standing on my own two feet.
I complain as I drink lukewarm cups of water left out on burning benches
drinking molten lava from the sink
gifted from the depths of hell
crawling through the streets.
Drifting in a heat wave
I am lost in the sea of fire
I witness the birth of the sun gods rage
the sky has gone supernova.
I am caressed by the breath of the new leaf season
given life from kisses blessed from open graves.
Isn't the pantheon up above seated in the sky
with no eyes to gaze upon us
oh so unbelievably cruel?
The gods who make the clouds cry
and cause burning leaves to fall from the sky
make us burn
stuck in hell of our own making.
Oh how I want
oh how I yearn
To land on my feet
from a fall from grace
as I'm trapped in this damned place
stuck watching this world turn into one of hate.
Trapped in place
eyes ablaze
watching skies turn multi-colored in distress
why can't I destress?
Why can't I turn back time?
I feel like I have failed you
soul crushing in my chest
In the darkness I press tears into hands
when I wake up in the morning shaking
as I know I have dreamed of dying
and waking up somewhere new.
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Coherence
PoetryCOMPLETED, next poetry collection coming soon This is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and mo...