Those cindered eyes defy attempts at language Aiming to tie together loose ends That are forgotten and demolished
He loved me Up until he stopped sleeping and breathing He loves me now and is finally free
In miserable pasts and futures A single strand is comfortably placed In a red lined notebook that's stained with neglect Remembrance is the last key to sanity
He was proud of me He’s a skeleton He was happy to see me He’s dirt, he’s earth
Sanity is the last thing blocking enlightenment Vowels don't always project Souls can't always coalesce Understanding is veiled In consonants and euphemisms Suffocating memories and repressed desires For these words to reach those ears Is the final act and last request Of a decaying figure gorging itself on false pride and philosophies