Untitled Prose 4

It was embarrassing, that moment of the night where every spree of independence and newfound freedom ended with one act of divine rebellion. The wine glass danced from star to star as you twirled with eyes shut against the twilit sky. So much for a revival.

Catch My Death

"Save my skin, I need a medic
    Hold me down, I'm only sewn down
    Save my teeth, show me you meant it
    Catch my death, I'm only sewn together

    My eyelids are heavy, and the night's wearing on
    Your story's familiar, and your innocence is gone
    We'd burn like the morning then break like your heart
    Fall in love without warning just to fall back apart
    All fevered and blistered, with nothing at stake
    I feel the warmth of her whisper, and the cold of my mistakes
    Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands
    I made her a widow, she made me a man"

We Know Who Our Enemies Are - mewithoutYou

Untitled Prose 3

What is this endless blur? Everything conflates into a violent wind of nothing that cleaves and tears at your naked face as it rushes by to assail the next defenseless person unwillingly thrust into this vicious cyclone known as thought. We are eternal, cursed and afflicted; not one is left to die.

Ugly

Ousted with fire, barred from His kingdom, cast into the derelict mire! Stars, you despotic stars, let fall in your stygian wilderness droplets of seraphic light! Let rain cosmic tears, piercing the voracious cloak of God with a searing presence too painful for any sight of ghosts. Burn with me, apparition dearest. Think of my hand laced with yours and let your body die. For we are nothing, mere phantoms in the nether.