inaurata lingua

h e a r t b e a t

the last word, the last page, filled with sadness and rage, a part of me groans with longing, all of me yearns for something, i watch waves roll in unbroken writhing sea of glass reflecting all that's true nothing but the sky the greens and the blues and my soul is awakened in iridescent hues, i cry, and i cry, and i cry because i cannot stop asking i cannot silence my heart's silent cry, my heart won't stop breathing, stop whispering, stop beating for i long to exit this world "Why?" it seems unfair to be imprisoned on this moaning hunk of rock, my spirit longs for anything different, i want i dream i need i wish i long, but i know that in the end nothing beautiful is real, and nothing sacred lasts, and i am engulfed in dark, depressed, hopeless sin.