Former Glory

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This thought came to my head,

Stop me before the police catch us dead,

Floating on clouds and streets of sedatives,

The colors surrounding us are so blinding and the fact that we’ll make it,

We’ll make it through whatever, like nothing or no one could tear us a part,

I got you and you got me, forever imbued in our hearts,

Try and find me in the dark,

And in the dark is where I’d like for you to be right now,

Don’t come in and act like you know what you’re doing,

Because no one in here does,

No one in here has ever had a chance to breathe in the sunlight,

No one in here,

No one in the dark, I mean,

No one in the dark and you say I speak such riddles,

And do I?

When everyone around me is shaking with the fear of the memory of who I was in a past life?

Do past lives even entail a piece of who you are currently?

Don’t say such nonsense; I’ll wave it all away with my hand,

And then you’ll forget you ever said such things,

But here in the dark; my home,

Why don’t you stay in for a while?

And sleep so I can see the prettiness that overtakes your being?

I’ll tuck you in real tight so you can’t leave,

So you won’t be able to,

The darkness is slowly creeping in around me and it’s going inside my pores of my skin,

Can you feel it?

The veins as they pop from underneath your skin?

Replacing them are new ones made from the bowels of something other than what should be considered favorable,

I can sense my prior self is beginning to emerge,

The former me as I used to be in all of my glory,

I can sense that I‘m drenched in sweat,

And the aftertaste you bring is impenetrable,

Nothing is left of me when you start to awaken,

Your eyes, like beautiful starlets,

They twinkle, the moon calling it forward,

And then you start to mouth words only the angels above would be able to hear,

I strain closer,

And closer, trying to listen to whatever it is coming out of your mouth, coz I know those words are worth more than gold itself and I wish to hear them,

So let me hear them,

Why don’t you?

I’ve come to terms with the being inside of me,

The ones that’s perfectly curved and known as the former glory,

The one that came before me,

The one that came in the dark,

Now nothing I do will ever be enough,

Because glory,

In all his sticks and stones will try and break me and everything I own,

But when glory dies,

So the does the former,

And everyone after her,

And all that’s left is a shell,

A shell of former glory,