We are peering over the absolution
Finding grace in the crevices.
Finding peace in the knowledge that we are whole if not broken.
Its absolutely rubbish that I am forced to consider if I am a bad person or not
Why? Why should I buckle at the consequence?
Why should I ponder beyond the sky?
Owing it to the lack of structure
I seem to like the crumble
The flake, flick and fall
Determined to take it all
Understanding the underestimation of the nature within
Forget that I loved you and you broke it within
Let them know that I waited
Let them know that despite your education
You never learned.
You want me to say I understand
That I empathise with the way you have led your life
Breaking, bruising and burning all that you touch
Your invisible claim over serenity
Your loud pride echoing over dead ears
Death ears, your friends
Banished eye contact and reverence for the silence
You want me to bend over backwards and understand?
You want me to fold it down, simmer it and water it to drown
within the context of what you want it to be?
I remember the smell
Wax burning, slithering off my back
I was in denial
I found comfort in the fact that
I could concentrate of the tickle of the texture
In line with who I am most of the time
The semantics are just so God Damn beautiful
The innerweb of the white of the wax and the dark dye of my feathers
was just so theatrical don't you think?
The fall was the climax
The break was the soundtrack
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