cuts, smiles, contradictions, beautiful trash

carbon is the flesh

cross is the burden

shadow is the soul

weak is the heart

Knocking at your door

forever seeking epsilon

and nevermore

darkness is the mind

a vice that binds

an antichrist

a beast that lies inside

all apon a tinfoil boat

sailing on lead sails

grounded by this paper anchor

strike forth

with heroes swords

wearing villains masks

all to conquer

this hollow world

revolving around this broken star

nothing and everything

to fear

near and far

a lonely army

stands alone

to stare at many skies

all the same

all so empty

starlight moonlight

covered grey

in this misty world I stay

try to escape

waste your time and pray

nothing ever changes this way

forever and never

cycle in and out

hopes and doubt

life

ember to splendor

falls from the shelf

shattering

rainbow cascade

and you see the truth

just beautiful trash

future and past

turn to dust

Kaloriinn James. Mason