Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Gods Will Give Us Faults to Make Us Men



How can you walk with death so deep inside you
Half expecting me to share a seat,
To share a drink, a bed and never move
Like a weathered stone subdued in peat. 

Forever may I be the dirt you kiss
In sacrificial, sacrilegious pause;
The gift of cursing gods and and holding fists
Back from breaking down, from breaking walls. 

Define affinity beyond a flail 
For struggled breaths and curiosity
Or suffer in the sight of tearing sails. 
Your demons mirror your monstrosities. 

I just want to know that you're coming home;
I just need to know that you're coming home. 

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