Thanks For Nothing

Thanks for Nothing
11.16.2014

I wept as the world fell
into the eyes of its own machination
just as those ink smeared pages
stained black my memories
I'll always feel forsaken
Even when I'm falling endlessly
without time or location.

Reasons spoil and words fall short
he smiles as the knife is praised
you lean in for a soft sweet kiss
clothed in your predictable bliss
as the blood soaks your dress
we tremble in the darkness.

The world becomes it's own ending
a black hole at the bottom of everything
nails, spirals, notations of truth
I wept as he was overcome
by the taste of her perpetual youth.

We scratched at the stones, we threw in our pieces
before the bodies were raised
lips whispers into our ears
secrets that slept in the hollow seas
below a withering halo
bathed in a future's afterglow
promises of a hereafter

I was thrust into the eclipse
behind a curtain of white
mind radiating fear and silent sciences
stretched upon the glassy light
he clips the wings of butterflies.

We're caressed in crescent moonlight
although nightly nightmares warn
of the hellish flames that burn
and the consquence of being too proud
or believing this lie about the ground
and how if you fall you will make a sound.

Slept under the crystal moon
canopies of dreams beside
the pines under the shattered stars
sleeping beneath world's scars
and it blanketed the church in white.

I tried to slit my throat
the knife's edge was too dull
I tried to find answers
but the truth is a cancer
I have been lied to by the authorities
Love is madness, and I want more.