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Unholy addiction
Salvation
Imitation
Silken silent shuddering
Blissful creation
(Like moth to destruction
Inhaling exhaustion
Accept the infection
Relentless reflection)
Mechanical moving parts
Under suspension

Of Gods and Goddesses

But it's this burning ember within,
Taunting me with what might have been.
And I, a fool perhaps,
Look down a path that I can never walk again.

I will always regret that it wasn't him.

But I won't be the rock in the stream,
A longing reach for something from a dream,
Merely wearing down with time
Until there's nothing left of me.

I won't wait blindly.

But I sketch charcoal portraits of wishes unfulfilled
And hang them on walls of guilt,
A poignant reminder:
I would be waiting still.

I can't hold my breath forever.

I can live with the regrets,
And I will learn to do so yet again,
I am a fool, you see,
Hurting for what might have been.

_-*

I'm fine

Why would I lie?

I'm the one left awake at night

And you know I'm alone
All the time

If I had a metal promise in
My hands
I could reach the sky

I COULD GO OVER THE STARS TONIGHT

And there wouldn't be any more alibis

Or choking on
Words
Because there's just not ENOUGH of them
To fill the void

And I have tasted the metal promise on my tongue

And I have held the edge against a vein

And then I simply walked away
Back into the wretched day

But I am holding onto the noise in my head this time

So the static doesn't fade
And why would I lie?

I'm fine

Metus

Inter spem et metum
I am trapped
Waiting,
Wishing.
"I am the fallen," and
"I am the fissure," and
"Inter spem et metum,
I have found redemption."
And without words
We spoke together
Into the night.
Inter spem et metum
I am caught
Desiring
Caught dreaming
(Between hope and fear
I am choosing)