Dad are you there?
Yeah, I know
you never answer
but take a look at things
the state of things
would make you think again
the well oiled machine
drifts into stasis
erases the achievement
of those lost in the past
no mountain escapes antiquity
the end of all things
nothing is ever
built to last
when I look in the mirror
half of you looks back in
the split second before
the lights go out and
I look away
could you tell me
when the other bookend
is coming for everyone
I'd trade places with you
but that's beyond on the pale
and you're trapped
in a metal book
instead of floating
on the sea with
a thousand sails
from a father
to a child,
who is knocking at the door,
would you come and see?
the shadowy outline
there at the doorway
is it really me?
let those tears roll
paint memory away
you can make this energy
whatever you need it to be
but its time
to let it all go
like a madness halo
like an angel melting in the snow.
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thank you vini for violence*
2 comments:
Your drive to metabolize pain and create something of beauty from it makes me understand why, in part, I'm so in love with you.
<3
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