insincerity as an artform

[thrashingnails]

its been a long time since i felt the rain upon my head. a moment in separation the foreground dont seem so bright these angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light. were my arms too short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever. dead and broken and i'm backwards turned to love my heart in a box i'd send to you for a sky held up by stars. its been a long time since i felt the rain upon my head your varying degrees of grayness tugging the deepest of heartstrings. were my arms too short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever and read this forever . . .

~further seems forever~