Blue Eyes.

[rewiiired]

No, blue eyes,
I won't remember this.
Though what would be the use
if I did?

Don't feel so alone, my dear,
its just a circus on acid
down there.

Hate is like a thick, stinking blanket,
nauseating, suffocating us all
as we bleed, breed and feed it,
as if its in our nature
to need it.

The world you yearn
for we perpetually rape;
a beauty we feel the insatiable
impulse to desecrate.

And with the broken families,
the broken minds,
a thousand and one flavors
of murder and suicide,

you may fare better
here in your bubble cabin
you may fare
better here in the sky,

embracing
these flashes
of life you breathe
out from my wounded eyes

holding onto hope,
dreaming of belonging
to a world I wish I could offer you,
a world I wish I had myself...

And no, I know
I won't remember this.
So? What would be the use
if I did?

Just another tale
of broken hearts to feed
the dismal feeling.

If only I could save you.
If only I could save myself.

But my head is spinning,
my power's nil.
And you know all too well
how these trembling hands
of mine are tied...

And it kills me,
you feel so abandoned
as they rush to escort
me away.

You are a broken vow
to myself.
A hope once floating,
that I held and nurtured
despite my best efforts.

I swore I'd never
allow this, never permit
such a depth of connection,
but nature wins in the end.

You are a part of me.
And it makes you happy.
Despite that, my love,
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

 

[hbrewste]

this is amazing. how long you been writing for?

 

[rewiiired]

Thank you. And I've been writing consistently since junior high, so for over half my life.

 

[GræyScüll]

touching, tangible.

"The world you yearn
for we perpetually rape;
a beauty we feel the insatiable
impulse to desecrate."

astute observation