It Rises In The West & Sets In The South...

the sun rose in the west today, the people panicked
i started living my life backwards, enjoying the way the populous interacted
now the wales cry for the one last word that survives their language
it sounds like "wwhhaaaa" but couldn't possibly be a portion of the intuition
just a series of examples of pain that can never be expressed

today the sun broke into a thousands shards of silver lined glass
sending the emotions of the suicide to an even higher level of forevers
the eyes of the forgotten are lined with undisclosed last words
tear-stained shirts impaled with the nevermore swords
mantra paintings on the floor tiles stained with the innocence of wine

the people watch me from afar and judge my next actions in a suitcase
they find the examples of the common sociopath to be my everyday pace
i sit here with no satisfaction and full of broken space for my place
roomers wait for me to evaluate their glimmering shadow puppets
tomorrow will be the day for the darkness to fall to the righteous

yesterday was the last time i actually evaluated love
i asked it the questions i've always asked myself
and now i realized that nothing quite aligns with the formats
love produces a feeling much like the swing of a bat
the impact is soft but firm, fair and balanced, common like the rat

tomorrow i will awake and not remember the previous evening
i've lost my memory and can't quite grasp the feeling of being
no longer am i real, yet nothing around me is fake
piled up--i am like the dormant leaves under the rake
here i am awaiting trial by the children who play

you follow your problems by running from them
little do you know that the mirror is your issue
you can't look back into it without severing a limb
extremities of yours can't handle the abuse
but you're addicted to the pain you constantly re-use

weeks ago i dealt with the time it took to ride the bus
here i am forgetting that you would actually one day trust
other objects to tell you it was now and not later
and when death is your only friend you'll understand too
there time pieces are nothing but a waste of your time

i lied when i spoke about my past
and i couldn't stand what it brought back
i keep trying to white it out with poison
but ghosts haunt to remain annoying
and that's why guillotine traps are set for regret

i was living in a california castle one afternoon
anguished by the hectic noise of the highway
i looked into the courtyard and there stood a man
the crow cawed for his loss of ability to stand
for the love he would never come to know

winter passes in the shortest breath of mother earth's chest
whispers are cast in the season of the dead that keep it blessed
no longer will there be a solstice but the weather will continue to contuse
the animals of the wild with no relevance of mortality
mother earth passes messages in class just like the rest of humanity


~Earth mounds and slow fevers. heal shortly, don't fall short of healing.

Love,
Digress.