' On the Topic of What Happens When We're Going Out to Eat and I'm Indifferent and You're Indecisive Hunger.
GuernicaThere have never been more entangled limbsThan in that dank, midnight box of fleshWe contorted into a pile of dying and screamsAs the suffocation of our proximity breathedLike five-thousand eyes blinking at once
.The moment we crawl from our moist, bloated cocoonsThe throb of distant screamsReverberates in our bonesAnd the rusted stench of curdling blood envelops usSo we gamble it awayBut spades come upAnd back down into hard-packed dirtAs the hawk's curved sickle closes around our throats.
SomethingThere is something beautifulAbout a broken pianoNeglected, out of tune, and forgottenIn a withdrawn, secluded roomIt is scoffed atIts angelic white fingers chipping apartTo reveal the ugly, worn wood underneathIts very frame dilapidated and unableTo carry the weight of beaten strings and tired hammersThere is something beautifulAbout a broken girlStepping into a secluded roomWith an old, forgotten pianoBoth of them too scaredAnd too strongTo step into the spotlight anymoreOne longs to share and the other longs to hearStories once moreIt isn't glamorous,This twanging off-key melody that they createBut this is where they found their voiceAnd their songAnd their silence
A Girl and Her Game(boy)He didn't select her but they didStart to form a bondAnd she would hold him closeHer eager, childish fingers softAgainst his smooth, curved backAnd they'd stare into each other for hoursHis shoulder blades:Left toRight,Were long, tough supportsHis one smiling eye would always wink at herTo remind her that he gets tired tooBut it wasn't all fun and gamesSometimes she would have toSmash, jab, press, poke!A montage of clickingOn the steely grey buttonsOf his plastic vestA desperate display of ambitionTo reach point B from point AThough their meetings were off and onAs she grew old and he grew outdated,The volume of memories they sharedIs too vast for one, small picture frame ofPixelsBut they're all stored somewhere,Saved in some great recess of spaceAnd sometimes,She'll carry him back to the old gamesAnd, smiling, he'll stare into herAnd she'll hold himAnd her fingers will be childish again
As the World SleptAs the world slept,I laid awake among the grass,Relishing in its itchiness.The ranchdog plodded through cricket chirpsBeneath a pool of spilled jewels and galaxies.By a single thread before us,heaven suspended the moon,Blazing every color of fire,Until we were engulfed in theLuminous.
The PromiseI swore I would protect you.On a one-way train into the storm,My focus was always you;To be the lightningthrough the festering blackness above.But lightning can't protect.It only destroys.And I made you weep tears of crystal.I vowed I would protect you.An errant of impossibility,I fought to rewrite time.With blood-stained quills on parchment beaches,I drew you to me,But the tides had turned.We cannot rewrite history.Through this chaos, I'll find you.Though time is running out,And there are far too many souls to save,I will return,My dearest sister,like sunlight after rain.I'll be waiting.We'll be reunited.I will protect you.