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All That's Left

Layers, layers, built up in my head

Agony, agony, until I'm dead

Peel this apart, so I can rest

Deep as bones, all full of dread


Ready to spill

These cosmic colors

Reds and blues cascade like fools

Spilling out such empty hues


Dying to feel

These eldritch horrors

I'd rather be damned

Than see the inside of that coffin again


Feeling breath

In idle hours

I now lament

How I ran from you


Hungry for a touch

Struck against this anchored rock

Friction left us spent

Trying to ignite the dead


Longing to connect

Desperate neurons retrospect

Seeking dopamine's domain

To let this thing live


Steady to kill

Hands laced with impulse powder

Caught in lungs

And placed in pockets


Lend me your lust

I watch the storm from orbit

Untethered yet tied up

Brought down from the heavens


Holding to the fire's edge

Against a force centrifugal

Compelled and yet set free again

Clutching words repetitive


Press me between pages

Open like a book

Turn me into fire light

With nothing but a look


Splashed against my skull

Inner eyelids paint the skies

A brilliant shade of incomplete

An aching eternal tired


Lay me down in sunshine

Raise me up in fog

In these idle hours

How I long to run


Back into your pathways

Synapses line up

Booby-trapped but coming back

Carving the path I want


Prepared to be emptied

And taste the infinite

Burn like an effigy

Until ash is


All That's Left



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