The fall of it all

the child ends

with a bright idea

no more.

stupid trades

such as today

all hell broke loose

red lips

ugly smoke

finds the face

a sudden kiss

under the stars

everything seemed

forever

I wanted to shake

a thousand

good wishes

like the leaves

of autumn

off a tree

that fall

like a tombstone

internal

external

flowers tarnished

gold

lace

of wonder

I have reason to run

just whisper

light

shine through me

i hope you like

the truth

I do not want this.

you introduce

a fear

that is

mysteriously you.

my eyes

have entered

the fields of death.

i can not wait

to forget you.

you always question

but never listen

without

some kind of

doubt

or judgement.

these words

someday

I will

no longer speak.

failures we make

from this

all sides

so far away

time must dig our graves

one by one

we fall

just to try again

while bleeding

this movement

of nature

I am

nothing

alone

in the catch

caught

in the in-between


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