Monthly Archives: November 2022

The Trauma of Angels

The first color is white

Bright lights

Every step towards

what is good

brings me closer to more self hatred

Gunshots and bleeding

News circulating

Dead bodies peddling

Town cries, echoing

Vultures digging

I see, and I run

Another lost, killed

I holding the gun

Pointed straight at them

Enemies of the same

This color is mine

Crucial, i relive this pain

By passing along this moment

Into another

I must continue

Repeat

Recycle this one moment

This reel must be seen

I mean, i have no choice

The world must see

How much i hate my own kind

For the Night Only

In the dark night

I see you there

Waiting, for you

to come to me

In your eyes

I see the light

Your smile for me

My pain disappears

Definition, summations

The world can be cruel

In the dark

We danced all night

Holding hands

In your laughter

I let it all go

The kiss burning inside

The hurt nowhere to be seen

Creation, moments

The world can be cruel

We can just continue

pretending

Drive Home

All you thought you had

Was nothing in hand

Just a barrel of unfulfilled wishes

Your voice drowned by the thunder

Echoes carried by the wind

To the other end

No one receiving

Just a mirror of your face

Waiting for you to realize

The illusion you created

Tides you rode for so long

Your hands, the clay