See me as resigned.
Lost to the day-to-day,
too much of the assuaging way,
not enough of the ultra violence.
Sleep at your own peril.
Rest in the lion’s den unbothered,
until the instinct wakes,
then even your good fortune wavers.
This is the last resort.
This is the final call to battle.
The final chance to pray,
before it’s time to face the dragon.
Maybe it’s just me,
but didn’t we
start down this road
together?
Now you are gone,
lost in the sky,
while I’m caught
out in the open.
You tell me,
if I pull you down,
I’ll face
what happens after.
Better that,
then staying here
where death
is certain.
Idle threats,
idle hands;
the Devil’s playthings,
our imaginations.
Craft a void,
fill with shit,
hollow, now
you have become.
Waiting
for the world
to hover over you
and fill you up.
I have been ignored
and for that I am thankful.
Just leave me alone,
like you left me in that battle.
Guess what?
I survived
and left you
up in the sky.
Who knew a star could fall
before it ever burned?
I guess there’s justice
after all.
HG – 2018