Black Matter
It was one of those nights. I walk outside wishing for warmer weather.
Then there was you
Anti gravity moving some how faster than light.
Not a black hole, because you suck up no light.
You're black matter. The unknown even to you.
You don’t feel the crushing all around you. You whine about trivial things and wait for all the stars to fall.
I did.
Cosmic oceans of violence in bloom
Churning and yearning around you. Tides in, goes out and smells of dead things that use to be teaming, swimming, living around you.
Now they wait for you to die too.
Except you keep on thwarting that mire. Hope was abandoned and so is thought, reason and most definitely feeling.
So I felt it all for you, the weight of it, pushing me down.
I hope to come out better stronger less ashamed.
The rhythm of it washing over me again and again.
I walked around out here and got lost in the void.
The calling, pulling, pushing me back as I spiral downward to the place not even you can dwell.
To a spark of light to life, to some kind of emotion I can hear screaming, bubbling, churning below me. Making itself known, calling me names and hoping I’ll remember
Taunting my flesh with doubts as I sweat it all out.
Puzzling the nature of what is to come. A girl in trepidation and a chuckling jester sit down by the fire hoping to warm tired bones and sing songs of love. The smaller known jetty, of hope. Looks like a cunt with legs spread wide.
I’ve got no jokes and my well runs dry with the ghost of that which I’ve sought for so long. I’ve got nothing for the phone calls I won’t dial to and won’t hear.
I’ve got nothing but busy hands and a cool reason striking sparks into the night with my rocks of hatred.
The girl licks her wounds from one arm to the other and the jester doesn’t give a shit for the show.
Underneath the darkening sky beside, your oceans of insecurity and boyhood anger welling up as child/man whirlpool.
We get consumed by the un-thought of us, by the indifference to us by the non idea of us. By your void.
By your black matter-s not for all things that I am, will be, will see.
It was one of those nights.
That I was voided by you.
The kind of black that matters
Matters to me.
Then there was you
Anti gravity moving some how faster than light.
Not a black hole, because you suck up no light.
You're black matter. The unknown even to you.
You don’t feel the crushing all around you. You whine about trivial things and wait for all the stars to fall.
I did.
Cosmic oceans of violence in bloom
Churning and yearning around you. Tides in, goes out and smells of dead things that use to be teaming, swimming, living around you.
Now they wait for you to die too.
Except you keep on thwarting that mire. Hope was abandoned and so is thought, reason and most definitely feeling.
So I felt it all for you, the weight of it, pushing me down.
I hope to come out better stronger less ashamed.
The rhythm of it washing over me again and again.
I walked around out here and got lost in the void.
The calling, pulling, pushing me back as I spiral downward to the place not even you can dwell.
To a spark of light to life, to some kind of emotion I can hear screaming, bubbling, churning below me. Making itself known, calling me names and hoping I’ll remember
Taunting my flesh with doubts as I sweat it all out.
Puzzling the nature of what is to come. A girl in trepidation and a chuckling jester sit down by the fire hoping to warm tired bones and sing songs of love. The smaller known jetty, of hope. Looks like a cunt with legs spread wide.
I’ve got no jokes and my well runs dry with the ghost of that which I’ve sought for so long. I’ve got nothing for the phone calls I won’t dial to and won’t hear.
I’ve got nothing but busy hands and a cool reason striking sparks into the night with my rocks of hatred.
The girl licks her wounds from one arm to the other and the jester doesn’t give a shit for the show.
Underneath the darkening sky beside, your oceans of insecurity and boyhood anger welling up as child/man whirlpool.
We get consumed by the un-thought of us, by the indifference to us by the non idea of us. By your void.
By your black matter-s not for all things that I am, will be, will see.
It was one of those nights.
That I was voided by you.
The kind of black that matters
Matters to me.