Underline

Clouds floating high above the sky
As it is so heavy
Sweeping the light, leaving thoughts empty
And I am both
Worn and weary, ail insanely

Copper dust
Flicking hoarse sound through the cutting
Blade under rust
And you are both
Mad and sorry, ceaselessly crushed

Would chase what is ahead and behind
Would run and deprive rue and sadness
Would climb and see the horizon
Erupt to a glory beyond compare

But we are nothing
Other than unworthy ruins

Ruins who are
Scared
Damaged
Defeated


~c, b.e.w
October 27th 2013