Recollections
Of a severed tendon,
That never was
Strangling elation
And sucking hope
From the marrow
Oblivion and,
Linguistics clash,
Devoid of objective
And the senses
Peeling back emotions,
Exposing the core,
Naked and ugly
Bottling aphorisms
My face is painted
with wrinkles and weaknesses.
This world has tainted
my friends, my family.
Our lies float up and crumble on us.
But I'm glad because our apathy needs
to be cleansed by friends
who just sit and breathe.
Thoughts exist,
But none take root
Mutual existence
Devoid of unity
Alive,
He's still breathing
Wasting no words
The boy spares no attention
Breeds new contempt
He's not listening
Retaining empty holes
Free from weight
And importance
Their fields of vision
Crash and burn
The product of evolution