Contoured Eyelashes

Contoured eyelashes tug at the sky

Clouds turn to dust in the blink of an eye

Vacant stares, they cost you your life

They sour your bones, cut like a knife. 

Burn marks and inks are not who you are

Corrigibility is not a long road afar

Time is our music and time is our noise

We are its author; We are its toys

Spectre

The dog smells his way back home

When blinded by the light;

The sorrow breeze is carrying

The spectre of a kite

He surrenders at the feet of pain

Begging for the past

Praying for to feel again

For long it may not last

If all your sorrows and all your pains

In redemption you think may end,

Look right up when falling apart. 

Pretend, my friend. Pretend. 

A New Year

We stand bareback at what is to come,

Staring reluctantly at the past we once held.

Hoping

For a light to come save us 

From the light within. 

Intervention

The clown comes knocking at your door

Asking when you will rise

For it is not your race to finish

It was neither yours to start

Will you brush your teeth and hold up the sky

Forever

Day after day after day?

Accept this intervention. 

Consider it divine. 

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Later

In a gasp of a moment,

Or in a panting I see;

There's no time I have left, 

No further can I see. 

I know that I should have,

I know I can't now,

I don't know but if everything,

Will eventually come around. 

My days, they are numbered,

This time, it does fleet;

Pensive I look at the mirror,

At myself, yet so, in defeat. 

Too long I had wasted,

Too aimlessly, I glared;

And not much had I tasted,

In those moments that I dared. 

Don't leave it for later. 

Perish

And heroes need to die for when armies are to perish. 

And some men are to cry when others are to cherish. 

For when we are sorrow, and when we do sigh. 

We are but the ones, the one yet to die.

Crows

How are we to end?

End in our beds,

Lying away to glory;

To kingdom come?

Are we to run?

Forever till we tire;

To Keep at it from 

What we're to do?

Is it our fate

To not? 

To bleed, and 

To rot? 

And for what?

For crows to fight upon?

Make your way.