The pull,
the tug,
the twist,
this world wants to use me,
give me its soul.
i bend
brake
and bleed.
To be seen weak
To be seen at all
fight til we can
make our mark
leave our legend,
claim it as ours
when you can’t take any
of it
with you.
so whats left
in the hollow ground?
“just the lust in the
lover’s bones” he whispers.
materials,
people,
are just weapons
that leave black holes.
a grave
held up by dirt
where you began
is where..
it all ends.
won’t you let change
convince you to wear its chain?
call you by your name?
swing around your neck?
For loss of control?
For none of your own strength
For none at all.
nothing is certain
except your last breath.
living in it
to never love again.
Because love isn’t real
Unless its everlasting
Because it would take that long
To know
And were just a breath,
Were nothing at all
