Forgive me
When I wake from dreamless sleep. . .
If I stumble
May tomorrow
And Fall
Begin like a dream.
The riptide.
That gaping hole in his chest.
One ridge of a rugged universe.
Stuck in the middle of space.
Unable to feel a single thing.
Then,
all of a sudden,
he sees it.
For I Know
Is that the sun?
Now How
No, it can't be.
To Love
He doesn't think the sun,
Too Well
Could ever be so beautiful.
I Am Clumsy
But he's afraid.
And My Words
He doesn't want to taint that beauty with his filth.
Do Not Form
Instead, he looks out over the sea as he thinks.
As I wish
Thinks that he should never, never think anything to be beautiful.
So Let Me
Thinks that he should keep the darkness within him under control.
Kiss You Instead
Lest that beautiful thing
And Let My Lips Paint For You
die before him, and all he can do is watch.
All The Pictures
He's sick of watching things die.
That My Clumsy Heart
Close his eyes. Deep breath. Empty heart.
He resigns himself to this way of living, even if that way is barely human.
For the sake of all things beautiful, he simply,
Cannot.
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Fantasy"My god." Blood. Ice. Thunder. Rain. Black. "My universe." Cold. Lost. Wary. Dead. Sorrow. Ivan is dead. Undoubtedly, irreversibly dead. Till is alive. Unfortunately, irrefutably alive. Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. Till cannot escape life...
