Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
I thought we were made of stronger stuff Spiderweb strands or folded steel But when we were tested by All manner of hard things
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
I'm sitting in the fire But the cold, it sits inside My very bones the brittle homes For the things I like to hide
I'm obsessed with assiduity like a moth is drawn to flame in a place where flint and steel have become somewhat estranged.
Suffer me, for it is all I know But understand that I too Will suffer all that you are In the way that the unclean Suffer the Rain.
Loneliness is an sickness suffered By those taught not to love themselves That the grace of another Is the only format
There was a point when we thought this love Would withstand the trial of time. Star struck gazes colliding, Until the sun came up
Remember me when the sky's are dark And hope has turned its back to you Know then, all that I offered No toll or price to pay
Perhaps it was foolish to gift you The parts of me I treasured most They are tainted now with rust A machine that faltered
Love was once all, you were for life, mine Love was once all you were, for life. Love was once all you were for. Love was once all you.
There are echoes of memories, Where nightmares are grown Like an imprint of fear Infused into bone Teeth made of charcoal,
I want to bury myself in you Hollow ribcage casket Fresh tilled Earth from torn flesh Planting the seed of my soul
“I don't understand, I love you. And you love me, right?” “Of course, but…” “Then why? What else matters?” “Everything! Everything matters.”
