Drop

No explanation really. Just vibing at the beach and this came to me.

Into the dust, there is wind that seems wrong

tastes stale

seems weathered and tarnished from chemical imbalances

supernova rays shine through the colored glasses I would wear to make sense of this

complacency is easier than reality

I have found myself blinded by things, chains pressed against the skin of biased mastery 

faces on fire; crying tears

the sanctity has expired

and these days of wicked seem numbered in roman textiles

and for each that hit the rocks as I pace the open air

the signs never adhere to 

at gunpoint I'd have to stand

before I feel the things that don't set me free

concern is not where I see the light that flickers in the distant trees

behind the stamps of evermore days 

I lay across this with tattered knees

and as the mangled flesh provides the only foundation to these words

angry dances behind the pearls of trials....I should have learned

but I think I did not

and the frozen metropolis that I protect so soundly is given the means to collapse

black roses wrap their vines around the forefront

and turn to dust

just like our union

these sad things are just like us

and as the blood trickles around my feet that i have buried in the sand

I find that the overture is rising without the band

a crescendo full of no sound leaves us empty

better bright being am I

better bright being, forlornness but no longer cry

and if I wait on the edge of this rock for you to decide

I'll die in my own arms

and lament of being stuck on the living side

but I wait while you're out there

wait when you go home

and I've been praying to nothing on my knees for so long

that this dream has nothing but the hollow songs

and if that is what it is

truth lies to me again 

and I feel like I belong.