Over it (A hammer to my joints makes beautiful music)
Nothing but passing moments...
-slipping through my tear ducts
Falling like a coarse sand-
filling my lungs to a gasp
Slitting open pink meat as they grind together
choking; I vomit up time
And watch it pour out of me, before my very eyes...
I never knew it
would be so beautiful
It glistens and shatters as it hits the floor then fades away in a wisp
And in those few moments-
I have lost days upon days...
Just like that- it is over and gone
Any scrap still clinging to my ribs is trivial
My pores bleed
And then I stand up.
Games often played; left to the pieces to drone and wander free
But the players shift and pass glances
My eyes are daggers
My gaze is set on concrete bricks
Classic roles shift and the light is now the devil and the devil stays his place
Crushed by the weight of something that bares none itself
A shell that the hollow has made it's own
A broken toy that a child refuses to cease in his interest
But forgive me- you wish to speak of your pain:
Still there are shocks of memories, blurry around the edges
-as they always tend to be
(((fayth, love, majyc)))
Now the whole picture can fade and I can walk on with more of myself missing
With less and less to give
Yet more and more to offer...
No amount of time can shield fragile skin
Yet the sting shall become a sensation you grow accustomed to
Therefor it will be handled...
(((but remain impossible to forget)))