25 April 2012
and I will shoot you down on the flood plains of my mind until you succumb to the waves.
My finger quivers on the trigger of a gun that you have made. Weapons forged from calluses on your heart (an organ we both remember you had, once upon a time).
Medicated earth and salted wounds. Charred by a memory that time will forgive, but so heavy her hands can never forget.
Floored by the idea of nothing, flawed with the perpetuance of nothing else.
You think you can hold this world on your shoulders, when even Atlas was brought to his knees. Shake it loose, baby, learn to breathe.
Dowse the fires with gasoline and spread them through the streets, a clean house marked with ash is strongest underneath - build a foundation you want to show off.
Shake • Opuss № I