and, so on...
you can't hold me kill

and there i am, each night
lighting fires in the window
still waiting, wildly
a part of a parting party
begins forever young
this time is indifferent
he says again and again
a story he tells himself
he won't stay hurt long
and so he never learns
what he won't stay to know
my romantic vivisection
what seeing really does
away looks less troubled
shuffles, bumps, knocks
picking at the locks
of the cracks in a window
and doors open left
he wants it to be home
but my ghosts meet his
reindeer games, not
on-size-fits, Rudolph
my knows starts glowing
cover that light, direct
artificial beyond here
uncanny silicone valleys
existential labyrinth
traps of the melodies
haunted from ghosts only
they help me see shadows
and i dance with spirits
with trees and rocks
they are all more alive
than he lives, staying sick
and i hear their thanks
because i have been, too
i see what is forgotten
each one of us, different
still, with one shared goal
a cause worthy of devotion
just to live, and let live
then to share, and to give
the freedom of being seen
not afraid of my body
to look in my soul
as i wish
but not enter at my own risk
the light hides my darkness
but i can radiate at will
battleground perpetual
twilight blood horizon
to live is in between
committed to the shifty
you can't hold me kill
no white flag will fly
over my cold dead garden
after winter, spring comes
and, so on...
and there i am, each night
lighting fires in the window
still waiting, wildly
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.




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