stone

grief i'm declaring a war against you. you'll be meeting, a stonehenge of my past selves casting shadows onto the deserty landscape where wild weeds grow out of the crevice of jaded grounds and my songs will be there, raining down, overflowing everywhere, permeating the air, glowing in metallic blue like a staged anger that screams with distortion. and i will be there watching, in an overwrought expression how the sounds slowly drive you away, drive you into the dark night, where even the stars evade the light.

and i will be there waiting, until enveloped life breaks out of its mucuous membrane and pour me a glass of wine, until the rusted gear stops turning and scans the organism out of negative fabrics and i don't want to go home. i want to be left here in my slumber, my chamber of punctured dreams, my hall of solitary integrity and ascetism i want to be left with anything but lust, i want to be full again want to be complete in my shadow again. i want to be gracefully, unapologetically, returning to a stone again