i will sink until you come around
where the sunlight slowly speaks
to the time in rose-coloured medication
changes in our motion
you slept in my eternal dream
creeping upon my mind's decay
drowning in the pale blue eyes
wishing for the flood waters
dandelion hands, sweet harvest
hallelujah in a brothel's sunhouse
weeping for our forever century
until he apologizes for his mistakes
why can you not see
that weapons are not made
in a war, in a godless house
but on your tongue
you are infinite right now
in your sick sadness dream
waiting on the train again
next stop we don't know
i will miss you when you come home
and your eyes don't shine so bright
your memory is lost in your head
you are forever, at least until tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark