creation creates a void. my hand held to the glare of this burnt impasse;
yours
necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis. you're caught in stasis
matched with mine. quantify time with meter and rhyme to calculate a way to prove that you are alive. isolated
trapped between
a picture of you now stained on the street. oh mother
teach me how to die. in your shadow i saw to a distant future;
your life was only a nominal fee. signing the sound of silence
signaling the end. they took your life
mother
as a pretense to pretend. the hand that feeds us sat you down. covered my eyes
thrusted the styli
retraced the timeline to call it suicide. will you wait for me?
death was the chorus - our lives frames in refrain. softly we sing notes better sung by our dead. i'd rather sleep and see you soon than die alone in the wake of this nuclear catastrophe. we were made to create
you spoke us out of nothing. out of the chaos we caused
naked we came
shadows we leave. salt of the earth: preserve their songs
light of world: burn out the shadows. infinite echoes of stifled screams - the abyss you created will ever stare back into me. will you wait for me?