Daniel's Solituda

[finnavyer]

I'm walking south on autumn's crecsent moon
feet straining to keep rhythm with pulse
Breathing today would be secondary
short gasps defining lungs
Possession, my word yesterday,
drove you here
Amid grey buildings and faceless crowds
I search you out, eyes over bodes, through flesh
piercing the veils of the world
Blood tears permit my eyes to blindness
Dust permits the body to death
Strained, but not broken
Typically dead, but alive
The taste of emotion and souls still on my tongue
death lingering on my lips
"Reasonable council oddly spoken" the voice resounds
But my feet still go on
Tapping out the rhythm on the pavement
each step as a drum
each breath an end to god
Primitive, primal, creation of me
Fetus lies waiting for division
Eagerly anticipating birth, death
and the moment in between
"Life" it tells itself "is pseudo-reality and
death an honorable mention""
I don't fear love, only the one who bares it
Emotion never was trendy anyways
Lying beside you i understand
the oxygen you refuse to part with
Dangerously you touch me
and I'm tapping out the rhythm of the
pulse in
your head