A Longing To Be
Lurking beneath beds older then the rags of history
A smile buried beneath bridges where sunshine makes rainbows
And somewhere deep is a chaos is the truth pointlessly burried over and again with reakless intensity
A frightening spectle of endless new acts of forgetting
An impossible tomb set up to play funearal games
A sad singing
Warped longing to continue
A continuos replication of emptiness
Becoming that which cannot be
swallowing an army of poisoned swords
Dancing to the music of a pindrop
A scream
New birth sleeping through time in dying arms
Still desperately trying to pretend
A stranger stranded in a perpetual strangeness
Caught in the act of a heartbeat thats blood is the unfolding of endless life
Naked in space the unbearable unclothed mystery for the moment becomes the cause of a mad celebration
A festival of breath
A slaughter of seconds
Riding the disease ill go out ing
Copyright © Ryan Hughes | Year Posted 2018
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