It wasn’t a castle But it was his castle I wasn’t a servent But I felt like one Obedience worn As decades fell And it was those My years of life Screaming at me Forever hoping I’d be worth More than that X marks the spot So much lost Beneath my feet
The world can be dark Even though there is sun It can be cold and sad Even with birds singing You can have plenty Want for nothing And desire most To give it all away Because even stuff Deserves more Than to be stuck In a world of despair With you
The big iron gate Used to swing Easy on its hinges It was beautiful With a purpose An entrance to behold It was cared for And needed by many It belonged And it was useful One day it creaked Rust was setting in People found it irritating And stopped coming by Caretakers left Found new…
It rests upon me A silent partner Waiting to choke The life out of me The part of the dark Reaching out The part of pain Leaving a mark It is the thudding Sitting in my chest It is the breaking in It is the flooding It is the taking over
When you can’t breath to think And you can’t think to act And you can’t act to change And you can’t change because You can’t breath
He stood silent Staring at hands Full of broken dreams The beating was soft Barely just an echo A life fading And it was him Who cried for it The small heart Made for only one
Survival means Breathing dust made of glass Heartache like stickpins Racing through veins It means sucking up lava And spitting out shards of ice It’s walking on rusty nails And bleeding out your disease It’s burdening cancerous boils Of sadness and despair As love works it’s magic Making all the hard stuff Worth the surviving
Experience falls upon us Settling in layered beds Muddy rust, shiny silver Crystals of every color Debris and rotted roots Every single one of us A unique mix of sediment With treasures not easily seen But always worth digging for
There it was just lying there Purpose holding tight to hope Clinging so hard to the dwindling Dominance of a careless faith That the ground began to rise As if dark itself was being born
Like glitter falling from a broken sky Jagged little pieces of atmosphere Cut through these hands of mine There are no silver horizons and Only shards to illustrate the moon Who will fall out of these reflections Once the ground collects their souls
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