#10

She asked me if she should put the word out, now that I was coming home..
.. I don’t know why.

She knows my prose is addictive..

..lethal.

She knows I spit fire.

She knows my questions burn and will never be extinguished.

I’m never coming home.

She knows.

DOS

“…part of me was happy that you were beginning to see the truth.
Part of me longed for the sweet ignorance that made you the way you are…

…the part that swore to shield you from the depravity of society“

Windows

My soul is captured in her stare.
Hands crippled by my craft; I am no longer a craftsman..

No longer a man of my word but I still speak with the depth and darkness of oceans.

A false Prophet.

A fools profit.

But She is far from naive and has nothing to lose.

Now she just stares and although I can no longer charm her with my craft,

My soul is captured in her stare..

..and when she closes her eyes, I’m hers.

Best Before

I am not a Product of Society.

To say, think, or be told that I am means that I can:

Be Bought.

Be Sold.

Be Used.

Be Returned.

I am a Problem.

I am a Solution.

I am an Outcome..

..never a Product.

Judgement

If the actions of One Soul in today’s  society can equate to a frenzy of anger and condemnation,

The actions of Tens of Thousands Souls throughout history means that we are already in a living Hell.

Judgement Day has been and gone.

Our final minutes are a lifetime of this.

Super Terminal Velocity

My Raindrop. You give life to the earth. You quench my thirst.
We both fell at the same time..

But You hit the ground first.

Déjà

This moment has happened an infinite amount of times..
And yet, I never. See. It coming.

And I am  never prepared for it.

(You)       never cease to remind me that some things..

..never change.

Somehow    we       always     seem    to       follow  the     same patterns

I am always left amazed.

Conditional

I love the fact you you and me aren’t unconditional.

I appreciate the fact that  you stay when it gets dark.

The possibility of drifting away holds us closer together..

..barely

Payback

Our worth is not reflected in a paycheck.
Theirs is.

三 (san)

What does it matter..

If she does not feel the same?

Love unrequited.