memories fading away like chipping paint
a beating, beating heat in the midst of hate
who are we to play gods?
a hazy existence between an infinity of unknowns
choking on your own gospels of pestilence
the embodiment of hypocrisy.
the palliative burn of love underneath layers of fear
afraid to be fearless in fear of hopelessness
the snapping of necks under heavens of life everlasting.
the eternal burden of carrying nothing in my hands
a hollow mind's eye to be filled with space
Creation kissing my feet as i leave.
