it's a darker kind of reminiscence
when you're not quite there
but close enough


and we're stuck praying to
angels and lesser gods
who've had their time in the sun
and are now no less human than any one
of us.


it's the inevitable peace
that comes from
dream catcher miracles
and the empty promises
of your own sick fantasies

was it worth it?
now that you have to pick up the pieces?


of yourself
and so many others who you've hurt
on the road
to a revelation

reality isn't welcome here


so the seagulls feast
on your hopes and dreams
because your prayers weren't enough


lift the veil
she doesn't love you
she never did

'til death do us part
and something died today