sozz... random poem i wrote at like 1 in the morning. yups.

Outside Time

What have you

Wrought? A haze of

Blood as perceptions

Darken

Once we tasted

Heaven and there was

No returning to the side

Forgotten

Only paled and perished

Hate as simplicity falls victim to

Our city, the bells wanted to

Ring but there were none in

The tower

Fled from the sunset, fled to

Sunrise as the black space develops and a

Hole in your heart deepens and

Grows until there is nothing left but a pale

Yellow-white, which we painted on the walls to

Remind ourselves of you

Fog clears away, and a small

Haze of what is left is left, but the right is

Gone and won't be coming back till next

Rain

But now we are a desert and

Nothing comes

The tokens are not

Accepted on the trains anymore as a

Signal to Big Cities that

We too, can divide

And there is no mourning for the

Lost Items, even though they are not losers

The chipped paint is not

You, but us and

Our city is no longer a city but something

Else

It is not easy to forgive and no one mourns the

Lost city

Except for you and I and when you

Could no longer Speak, I spoke

For you

Your voice echoed and smashed windows

There is a brightening but the angel is

Not an angel at all and the costume was bought at

The convenience store and the people mock themselves with the phrase,

"No hope is lost", even though they write tears on their

History in purple ink and it

Stains

And you can't wash it out

Then the dead are crying and

You are crying and I am the

Mocking one, but you, as a deceased, are not

Affected

You turn off the television in my

Mind, but in reality there is

No such thing because it came before your

Time and after you died because of the

Immense hole in your stomach

You never heard of TV and I, a critic

Self-proclaimed don't feel you are left out because

Yellow-white is not a color of

Now

The we went right and the I was

All alone in the room with the

Yellow-white walls and the

Chipped paint and I thought that it was

No longer a place worth saving

There were no more strangers to remember and you hated

People

So there was none of that

Your pale, complex color was made plain and

Then it was not complex at

All

And I tore it down in my

Dreams as they painted it over in

Reality with a new pink coat

And Our city was deceased at last

The bells never returned because it

Never rains and so it never

Shines

But the clapping is heard as a loud, resounding

Sound that lifts its city from the

Star Cage

Once we tasted

Heaven and there was no returning to the side

Relinquished

The haze clears, and there is

Nothing