did you forget? forbidden words pressed to dirt forgotten waters to give birth paper wings have given flight to my blind child and the passing of war is told in the sun's rise a parting blessing given to a love's demise she'll be digging the red roots with calloused fingers in her final phase but i choose to hold the starving words at the buds of my tongue and taste not our days of despair nor pleasure but the bland entrancement in that this body is still dragging on an abandoned soul they fight wielding masks of intoxication, tearing walls of flesh though death is the cure of our disease in sleep what we hide from ourselves, we release upon the world, i have fallen with the star of my faith, which i fear to have never known, still, could i recognize perfection in the pool of it's eyes? ...such a withered face steeps in the waters of sanctity
