China down below

China down below

A Poem by .

But oh how times have changed
 What you once came home to
You can never go back to
 You are lost
You are lawless
This is life
 Welcome to the great parade
 You will learn to know the absence of another as the cold that kindled fire
 Night after night as you lay in the dark dreaming of something more beautiful
 Than what you could see with your eyes shut
Night after night you hoped it would come to you
 And when it did it was naked and trembling
A half baked surrender of a cause lost to no one
Because no one had faith to begin with
 And you drained the blood from your whips and your legs
 And you wobbled knocking knees in the wind like a fake heiress China doll
 Until you climbed up the boulder where the maggots were writhing in all of your overseen place
 and threw yourself off soundlessly and smashed on the ground into a million pieces
you were fake and you were wilting, and every part of you knew it.

 the birds came to greet you and picked you up like bread crumbs
And flew away to somewhere they thought would have a better sunrise
But when they realized no matter where they went
 It was still glass in their beaks
Hurting their language and breaking their voices
 They threw you into the sea
the water smashed against your ribs like cool ash on acid 
like your throat on a cold day 
eyes watering and mouth filthy and burning

 you were China at the bottom And China down below
And no human can ever dive that deep
Without their head completely imploding
(like that cartoon you once saw where his head was blown off and the blood looked like candy rain)
And so You will never feel the warmth of another or be cradled in someone's hand
You will know no one
 You are sparkling and broken
And you will be eroded by the great rhythm of the waters
And the depth pressing down on you
The hollowness and loneliness will erode you more than anything though,
You are lost
no one cares to find you
You are lawless
(well the sea cannot be ruled, you fool)

 You are nothing....
And night after night you will still think about it,
while we also lay awake, waiting

© 2015 .


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Added on March 24, 2015
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