(no subject)

Look through my eyes,
out the back of my head
and into our abyss

A one thousand yard stare.

Feel Warmth. Blood. Heat. Nausea. Exorcism.

Tears quell the ember
Pain tears the logic
Truth mends its lie

Cracks breathe smoky memories
Clutching the throat of the present

Catharses, release, heal

Again, again, again, again,
Evermore, never again