Death will come for all men when it is their time.
You sit and in your world the sun is gone,
And night has taken hold.
Though as young as you are old,
We choose not when death will take hold.
And my day will blaze on,
My skin soaking in sunlight;
But I too will join you in ground and dirt,
Where the earthworms burrow
And the shadows spurt
Gushing upon my once tanned skin,
At level where it basks your rotting limbs
But this is not you anymore.
.
You will not always be alone,
but for now, I cannot join
So, cry wherever you are until my day has come.
.
Or perhaps my delusions have taken hold
Perhaps my world is the newer
And within yours my heart is cold,
And my blood flows no more
As you stroll in sunlight galore.

Please do not leave me here
oh god I’m so cold
It’s all so cold down here
So, lonely down here
I’m calling but
It never reaches your ears.

It is true i guess,
That at the end
you will not be by my side,
As you were
in so many dreams of mine.

I am the stars,
The cosmic brilliance that will someday die
I am present often in the churning of night
But empty to the beholder of day break
Behold the day break, my brilliant cloak
Behold the blind,
Become truth in the darkness

And the truth will be blind in light

To run for a million,
To turn for a billion,
I must be blind or stupid
I must have quelled the rush rampant, pungent and purging.
The polished cosmos;
I must be the rush.
We are the rush, the rush,
The relaxed.

And the blistering truth will be revealed.

And the nights have truth among the lies,
But the truths are as scary as the vicious concoction
Of poetic misery and tragedy
For it is not lovely to be tragic
In an age of tragedy.
The light you once bore has burnt my skin,
And it hurts, my skin, it burns red
And it hurts my nights to know your light
Has burnt the others.