I find your star and see only
The light from someone long dead
An empty vessel sunk
In water, formed with delicate skin
Must imbibe something
Whether blood in the dark
Twirling outside the sun's eyes
Take away natural love
Sprung colours and vines
That channelled the breath of the earth
What's left is hate, which takes longer to fill
An empty space, but settles there firmer
Than love and its lightness
And in turn opens up
Its own spiralling pit
Of darkness, what weight to hang
A child, what numbness to sew into
Hands, mouths, things that can claim
Great moments in time
Say where you were, who was with you
No one stands by you in the dark
The vessel grows, freeing more room
For the hate to trickle across
Ever blacker deltas
Each wake a scream imprisoned
In the image, the simulacram
Of what should be
There is no pain dwelling
In my long useless abode
Except for what sees without eyes
What feels without beating
Life through the machine
Locked in the idea of this
I might be standing on the opposite edge
Of the universe, shouting for help
Because I cannot swim
Anymore
I cannot swim
Anymore.
@nepion_boreas17
