Weigh your marred bones

against my drained skull-

the settling was the same 

yet the sun dried out past

the calcium coated misery 

laid in memories. 

Justice reigns a foreign king 

and lightening strikes past 

the forefront of my aperture. 

I’m not here

Pull the cord from my eyes 

and shield glory from perception. 

I need no attendance 

in this cradle of a mind-

this resting place of unsettled desire

and a wishful fist of hate

for the abandonment I’ve longed

and distaste-

close my eyes and stroke my fingers

beneath the fountain of youth,

under the storm of blood.

Pull in and craft this mind- 

through the knowledge I wish to drown myself in 

with the knowledge I wish I could retain 

the knowledge I wish I could establish and spread. 

Two red eyes piercing through

the dead of night. 

Three steps away my sight gazes, 

I stand in the birth of timelessness. 

Four times, breathe and relieve 

the deceased air from my lungs and refill. 

Relapse. 

The morning hides. 

I embrace and retract my steps towards 

my origins. 

Flake from and pull your fingers through

the empty strains of hair falling over your face. 

You pull and twist away from the screen.

One moment and the lips part,

one moment and the attraction dies. 

My eyes break their concentration 

my thoughts subside 

I fade into the ocean

and feel the blood rage inside

my veins purge their heat

I sustain

I remain