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There’s a weight in my chest
Call it depression
call it guilt spirals
call it brokenness
I hurt more than pain
Im always left longing for rest
And the world follows
Wherever I go
Looking in a mirror
Hope unseen
Others look at me
Their eyes familiar hollows
Hands in pockets meet knives
“Wouldn’t it be perfect
To get what you deserve
A sad story
Pain is glory”
Clothes without pockets spare lives
You’ve seen everything here
the path is known
time to go home
find a new trail
follow it or fail
you can’t give up, no fear
let a light in the darkness
Another star in the sky
make them wonder why
why you have hope
who gave you love
“The sun”, saith the archivist
banshee
”mommy theres a monster outside”
”i know, its the banshee”
”why does he sound like that”
”he is hurting”
”he is scaring me”
”im sorry”
the banshee stalks for miles
alive in his reverie
his primal song
the person walks in spirals
dead in his memory
his final wrong
the voice in my head
is the only course
for a dead man like me
the voice i have fed
like wolves to a horse
is a demon like me
The banshee gasps
His howl cut off
he drinks blood from the sky
then his voice rasps
Screaming aloft
his pain is let out. Why?
this is the me you will never hear
this is the me you would to good to fear
This is the me that’s not wholly me
why do i find joy in mangling my throat
why does i find joy in tangling my hope
with a demon call, guttural thrall
oceans of metal, ill scream through them all
so find me if you wish
and hear the banshee’s song
Pinions
i saw a dead bird on the side of the road
mangled bones, ragged feathers, battered and bloody
a hawk sat on the branches above
i collapsed and away strength flowed
i was tangled, jagged, tattered and muddy
and you watched me cry without love
father, why don’t you catch me in your pinions?
Edited by Through The Living Grass

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