shatteress

if you can't see the struggle in my eyes you must be blind If my soul doesn't stretch to fit you in I must not be your size I think it might be easier if I just drive you away ahead of time because if I don't burn up on entry trailing dying sparks in my wake I'd surely melt on impact your atmosphere is just so thick today...

contaminated light casts a polluted shadow not enough night to blind you but darkness moves across the meadow light dying slowly fallen soft on failing petals gloaming resting low across the greying meadow laughing smog faces descend horrisonous and violently rivers of dark flowing rapidly touring this soul maddeningly flushing sky with purple apathy in the waves of mortality our spirits would be capsized disaster lapping at the shores with a discrimination found only in god's eyes opened to a lesser day but a larger infinity seeking collateral for our souls' divinity roaming meadow edges unwinding edges of day

Grey-skied October morning awakened to rusting leaves a chill in the depths of her temperament a chill carried on the breeze grey cloud anti-blankets around the earth holding in the cold holding out the warmth We have sorrows that run deep as oceans we smile against them and leave them alone But we protect our loneliness awaiting fear and change in the air trying not to let go too soon trying not to lose what you love now before the end is real and when evening is all the way across the day But she thinks she can feel the end in the air from far away as it nears it's the chill that pulled her out of bed last night to clos

this will be your first and last performance                                     don't be so afraid your feet burn a hole in the ground with fear        you'll sink the fastest that way pieces of life lay around you the discarded crust of your old dreams some crumb from the edge of once-wanted devoured, forgotten, or feared       but not failed no, not even tried you cannot mask disappointment with indifference and ignore the fury of self-dissatisfaction away                 and when the facade withers                          when you detonate-   you would halt the march of men to destiny   you would sear all life from