Attend my bedside in the dying hours
Rage against my quiet embers?
Losing light, turning white and flakey in your hands
Hold on to mine before it disappears
Before I am nothing but an echo in your thoughts?
Slowly losing familiarity and sound
When body returns to dirt the hurt stays above ?
You tend to ere on the rumination,
Time stills the throbbing
I end up bobbing in the water hoping not to catch another

Dance upon deaf ears
tip tap metal clear as crystal
piercing the night
screaming against the bricks

Regular and out of time
scraping dust and drunken rhyme
the rhythm danced and shared among others
the night closes under covers

a sleep had fitful
duel of thoughts and combat
derrived from the worst
trenches mud dirt and hurt

no man's land but our own
hand grenades thrown
ignoring the comrades they hit
as long as the battle nears

the war not one but many
spare a penny fallen on deaf ears

The shadows of the past gaze down on us
Sparkling eyes of long ago
Dying to meet us and sore from their journey
Guide us to shore and part goodbye

To bring you into this world a terrible gift
8 months of unforgetting and weeks of aches
Tumbling down the mountain stopping
Only to see how far I've fallen

The journey torturous and terrifying
In your coming you almost weren't
Neither was she it rendered me immobile
Standing by her bedside

In the coming weeks after it passed
You lay quiet, I stared with endless adoration
Moving silent knobs and hearing my
Feelings come into fruition

I hope you know the price of life
It's wonder and gayity
To never get stuck in the hurt that comes
To move through the fjord with ease

I will give you the world and hope it doesn't
Take you from me like it almost did

Down upon a pale path draws the knife
Dull, sharp stinging pain the first the worst
The second even better, viscous pomegranate
Seeds of doubt pour out

I try not to scream and shout, closed lips
To the hurting in my heart
Brain holding my feelings in hands wringing
Wet with tears slippery salt mingling

The light comes in and out
Candle lighting itself from it's own smoke
Eyes open to find myself still here
I wish they didn't

In the morning I hear footsteps
And all they can say
Do you feel better?

One or five it matters naught
For in the end I am distraught
The tide runs red we mourn the dead
I just hope my spirit caught

In the arms of those that worry
I fear not and do not hurry
Pluto gains another mistress
And I dein to meet his shores

Have me or have the others
A sputtering diatribe that escapes my coffers
Offer me a sweetness kisses
Mine them from the deepest quarry

Dally not to meet me
My words shall beseech the
At his ashen shores
I fall

How many times will I break this glass
Only to glue the pieces back together
The sand leaks between the pieces I can't find
And the gaps in the upturned ceiling

I said that it was infinite
That eternity would be our resting place
That the mirror would reflect ourselves
Back at each other we claw and yell

An unfamiliar hell that hurts the yearning
Heart of glass blown way to large
The walls thinner than they should be
Cooled and heated shattering into shards

I won't fight for you to stay
In arms of semi-permeation
I won't ask you to stay
In my arms another day

If you need to leave do so
That you will no longer hurt