If there was a way
to pour blood into
music, I would.

Needles would pinch;
Sweeter pain, never;
Harmony would drip, and I
would tremble with loss.

This would be fortune:
No need for formaldehyde as
I would be bone-dry, the moment
pronounced
dead.

Released March 30th, 2007
DeviantArt

That which keeps me here,
reaps in me the benefit of breath
and depth is actually
nothingness.

Eyes closed to the sun,
I stir up the truth of all
days and ways of life and
meditate.

Thoughts effervesce to
nihilism as my mindspace opens
to the inner burn of
time.

With crystalline knowing,
I walk through my days, choosing
ignorance of the ignorant
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