changing the aspirations of my dearly departed soul. I only wanted to have the things i viewed in life with you. glowing, with wisps of illuminate intrinsic light. light and life, thieved out of hands like the recombining of molecules under lenses of our intellect. bribing the chills that we feel when the pricked hair on the nape of my neck is itching to feel something warm again. a tale of the untold abhorrent, of the things we fall in love to fall in depth of something we pushed too far away from our own grasp to call back the avaricious frightened little palm of distant merriweather. come to terms with time and the infatuation of wasting the nights groveling at the dirt underneath your fingernails. chewing on the back of your throat, choking on the words. the worlds offer so much these days. combining the effort with the disdain, as if almost for one second abandoning the thought of ever growing old with the ghost of a soul that once stood beside you in comfort and security, composing every sense of touch and taste to familiarize with the fibers of her woven heart. ripping the seems leaving stitches unsewn. saying good by the last year. and finally saying hello the underlying vast plateau of absolute exasperation. so void. watching your eyes shutter at every fucking wasted though that created a memory in your over sentimental heart. and how it pains, how it bleeds. wishing there was still that faint smile ever fading to what was now the last say in an effortless goodbye. every god damn decision i made was with the eyes of yours on me. watching me. making sure I didn't leave. keeping me in them, like drowning in a lucid dream. cold as the stone I threw. frozen as my own self iced over and over thawing out under the Texas heat. and how nothing keeps you here any longer. but the dream you shared was reason enough to refrain. to let live.do you call back to the times that have drawn you out. like the crimes you committed weren't enough to keep the callous injection from refining itself int he staggering stunt of a a dare i ever did see. only stripping down to my integrity. and its going faster than most.
whose to deteriorate a soul as a often times with trembling hands pulling its own phosphorescent threads off each fiber. the moon is down.. goodbye.
