HS

I MADE IT

got my black suit

my ocean blue bowtie

my dark sights

 

my brother sleeps

by my side

the devil is sweet once asleep

he’s so weak isn't he?

 

i've caught the fast train

moving through my line of fair earned pain

we hope to get to church by sundawn

there we may repent for every sin

and clear path for the upcoming sacrifices

 

i think not

of going back

to that neat sunny garden

where she could, maybee, be waiting in a shining white dress dancing by the wind's touch

as i wished her to

dicipline is not discipline if not permanent

 

i am still the same

what has changed is perhaps the presence of fear and the ausence of SELF

did i expect the magic turn of worlds

but all things considered

i am but an wannabe poet who falls to cheap rhymes

 

oh

my brother smiles in his sleep

 

no

i'm no poet

i'm HS and this is my way of logging