336/Now The World

Summer, I painted a scene that lit the stars for me. Said, “I can erase it for you dear.” That summer created those words that came to life in three. They were denied by you. Summer I laid down below the glitter-adorned night. And silently sparkled my own way. Summer I laid down by you and shared my frail light. You gave the dark to me. I looked inside to find the one I sent away. I nearly froze when I stepped inside to find the flowers turned to gray. I closed my eyes and kissed them one last time. I wanted this excoriation. I thrive on this self-mutilation. 

Summer a morning, so pale, alone when they found me. As I remained sleeping I heard them say, “This summer created a boy of abject misery.” He was designed by you. I looked inside to find the one I sent away. I nearly froze when I stepped inside to find the flowers turned to gray. I closed my eyes and kissed them one last time. I wanted this excoriation. I thrive on this self-mutilation.

I gave up fighting. I’ve come to see these halos. Am I now worse off for this one night? All come enchanted, welcomed by the halos. All the while we know those enamored never miss us because we are all now in dying days, hear nothing and see no one. All now in dying days. Nothing is all we own. I’ve taken to speaking words that only they know. How soon I did see, all here is unseen. I gave up trying. I’ve come to be these halos. Welcome to our show.

Those enamored who won’t miss us because we are all now in dying days, hear nothing and see no one. Nothing is all we own. No one is who we know. With only echoes proving that I’m here with all the wraiths, for all these years and I have no desire to leave. Because we are all now in dying days, hear nothing and see no one. All now in dying days. Nothing is all we own.