When the time comes, That the light seeks a better audience, (Of virtue and number), Our story will be whispered, Echoing through the empty halls of our descendants, Yet unbuilt, “We have lived and laughed, Loved; Now there’s nothing left.” … Continue reading My Son, My Son; What have I done?
The dawn carried the whisper of a question: ‘Where are you now?’, As uncertainty rained down like acid on those, Now obviously, Fragile and stupid sand castles, Pretending like we were protected. Say goodbye to Tomorrow, For now … Continue reading The Age of the Young (Wo)Men
What would you do? If awoken with tomorrow at your fingertips, It was asked of you to shape, In a truly determined fashion: The Yet? I Would freeze. Let time slip into a standstill, Forever in definition Against transcendence; That … Continue reading Burn one down ( Again and again)
A practiced and oiled lie slips, Without resistance, Transforming the air through contamination, Into a veil to serve my obscurity. With a twist of fate And a curl of the lips My visage presents as pristine, Wiped clean, Breaking me … Continue reading The passing of Pennywise
When time winds down, If I’m sat at the precipice, Witness to the loss, My only wish is that my last breath, Might taste of cabbage and cigarette smoke, Unforgettably potent, So I might extend my lease, Through pure power … Continue reading the stink of yesteryear