Poetry! 'Cause I was bored and I really need to write more often, instead of once every two weeks
He is Awake
We are always changing
to the pulse of new life
the dark rain falling
in these tremoring times
redefining
reforming
a whole new world
lies buried underneath
mask upon mask
pealing the layers, cinging the skin,
we are always changing,
pulsing, breathing, hearts dark and beating,
reforming, transforming, changing to the rhythm
of who he was always meant to be
We are always changing
as this dark rain falls
under the strange glow of the moon
that lights up the night
in a pale white glow
he walks in the night
ready and waiting
changing
mask upon mask
identity chafing identity
and never falling
changing, falling, get up and keep going
mask upon mask
pealing off the layers
old flesh burns
he sings
he screams
he is awake.
We are always changing
to the pulse of new life
the dark rain falling
in these tremoring times
redefining
reforming
a whole new world
lies buried underneath
mask upon mask
pealing the layers, cinging the skin,
we are always changing,
pulsing, breathing, hearts dark and beating,
reforming, transforming, changing to the rhythm
of who he was always meant to be
We are always changing
as this dark rain falls
under the strange glow of the moon
that lights up the night
in a pale white glow
he walks in the night
ready and waiting
changing
mask upon mask
identity chafing identity
and never falling
changing, falling, get up and keep going
mask upon mask
pealing off the layers
old flesh burns
he sings
he screams
he is awake.