No More Tryouts

 

 

I bring forth

 

to portray,

 

as well as my intentions,

allow The Earth,

 

to lay down a heavy burden;

 

staring me across

 

some lonely halls.

 

 

No longer, will I cast,

 

my nest

 

unto the shadows.

I've become

too shallow,

to keep

 

devouring out the sea,

 

in search for islands

 

of summer winds...

 

 

Nor more verses

 

shall become.

 

Tender.

A cacophony

 

of silence

to my senses.

I've grown quite dull

to watch you play,

alone with umbras,

instead, the humbleness

of sand.

My words are

 

for you alone

 

to carry.

My burden,

for you to take it out

to its final

 

galore.

Human values,

 

always turn

 

to rather unpleasant

 

greyish detours.

 

I concur,

the shards necessary

to further evolve.

 

A glow,

 

the smut.

 

It's time to find some

 

other chores to scorn

about

 

and beyond.

Leave the aesthetics,

 

all of them behind,

 

 for here we shan't

 

need them

to gallop anymore...

Just vomit inside me

your letters to  The Void 

 

and behold...

Loneliness

 

is yet another

level up, after all:

 

 

The Desperate Struggle

 

To Try To Find The Perfect Drug.

 

 

So, grab your toy tools,

 

from the sides,

 

let's shape new formats

 

unto the sky...

 

 

The Ocean's ever hungrier,

 

and of course,

 

much happier.

 

 

It forms an obtuse barrier

 

to keep what seems to you

 

 

Ever Above.

 

 

You can't touch the water yet, no...

 

Underground, it's where He lays the source.

 

 

 We have to entrain the mind.

And bend if out of time.

We're running out of tries

 

to give...

 

Everlasting warmth

 

to the clay.

 

For we shall watch it rise

 

to take The Day.

The Night speaks lovely

tonalities of  frost.

As the scar tissue.

 

Just now, stops the growth.

We're dispersed.

We're weakened in our state.

We're spied upon, and spayed,

despised by the

 

same reflection

we catch staring in the water,

 

when dropping down

 

to pray.

Beneath...

 

 

To breathe once more.

 

Get to die far away from shores.

 

 

 I know well who you are.

Alas, do you?

Reach for me.

Grasp the hold

of thousand stares that come

before your very first

gasp of tainted

 

breath.

Let if flow, the innards,

of your soul.

A fresh zephyr

out of shell.

 

 

And peace.

Coming from below...

Too many times.

Trying to fail inwards.

When we could have just

crash outwards the rim.

 

 

Piercing up the final atmosphere,

 

putting pressure out of will.

 

Fulfills then promise

 

of letting me see

 

The Sea.

 

 

We've tried, countless times,

 

to find a  Light.

 

Inside the impossible corners

 

of any room

 

we've encountered.

 

We rejected, far too many times,

 

approaches from

 

 The Dark.

 

 

 As it shows itself

a new way out

 

of all The Rumble.

A Curse, or maybe better,

faith-given  Alms?

With no one left

to get in the way.

Time, finally,

to open up

The Box.

 

 

 

With no one else to keep me.

 

 I'm going to burst open

the final hatch of

The Hutch.