remora


i absorb the vacuum
i assume the body phage
to be my nemesis in spades
a thorn to rake the inward gamut
of a heart that knows no love
only a bloated marrow sponge
of unabsorbed enlightened shadows
i assume the new moon phase
to be the eclipse of the days
widowed and knighted
by the darkness
by the light
and i abhor the programmed failure
of such purgatory silence
but despite it all, i’m crying out
only to compromise
one so holy
yet blasphemeous
so disenchanted
yet divine
to swim the rivers of forgive
into the cities of forget
without the mercy of a pure unconsciousness
i flee the sun, the shadow-pull
the one to dry an eye of tears
happiness is such a tease, such is a fear
of the machines
unraveled steadily in dreams
under duress
unbiased thought, a spirit cleansed
forever fathoming the feelings
of imperfect human beings
fused scar tissue
fills the gaps between the two halves
of a derelict unconscience
where only walls surround the soul that used to be
alive, it’s alright
to believe it’s never right
beside the smile one can trace around the lips
that used to feel the kiss
of passioned disappointment
blackened circles like the eyes that used to see
the steel bodies
which invert the real dreams
of mental planets
that used to seem like nothing real
so surreal
that one can’t help but to adore the deluge
drowning within me




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