The cynical mask
Cracked weeping for a dying aurora
Exposing the existential horror
Corroding my mechanical heart
If life is meant to chase death
Then dawn little more than bad fiction
Casting the iconoclastic shadow
To stretch the absence of light in my eyes
When iridescence is a dull pale
Then another end came for my head
Leaving yesterday to die as I had
Countless times died
In my slumber
Tomorrow
Lost between two birches
Daydreaming in the intoxicating calm
And no longer waiting
For the storm that never came
I threw my eyes so far into the naught
Because only into the abyssal void
No light could penetrate deep enough
To leave me lying sore in the dirt
Give me a reason
To cross the bridge again
Give me a reason
To return from the unknown
Give me a reason
To believe again
The shine is worth the burn
Love
Left a cavity in my chest
Expanding the horizons
Further beyond
Any ashen bone wall
The seasons change
And I somehow
Fall again
From the edge of the world
Into the embrace of marble angels
Witnessing another impossible fate
Unfold
Lost in this burning city
Shimmering beneath rusted skies
Because when hope is finally lost
There is no excuse left
To claw open an old wound
Pure and undying devotion to that instinctual hatred
Beating violent and blind within the human heart
Has led me at last to this fabled domain
One I sought for decades in ruinous landscapes
Carved open by these self-destructive hands
A land ruled by an everlasting silence,
Air thick as soot, left in firestorm’s wake,
Where no light dares linger
And every trace of life was forced back into the earth
Yet now I wake in a cold sweat,
Trapped beneath the same chloroform dawn,
Loathing the ashen taste of fulfillment
This long pursuit has left in my mouth
Because I am stranded here—
Adrift on a barren rock in the endless void,
With no voice to answer mine,
No witness left
To carry this memory
Nor a friend
To usher my end