Will you make me a promise?
– A lie for you
To never get old.
But always be there.
Stay as strong as you are.
And as weak as me.
Will you make me a promise?
– A gift for me
To be everything I ask.
But more that I don’t.
Prop me up when I stumble.
Even if you fall.
Will you make me a promise?
– A story to tell
Never tell me the truth.
Even if I ask
– A heart to break
Sit,
With me.
In such radiance
Of pure falsity.
Its shimmering lies
Make me smile.
So come,
Watch, ghosts
Just a while.
No dark ribbon
Whispers,
Threaded amongst us.
A phrase so full
Of twisted potential,
Left straight.
One step more,
A sight of scars
Stays healed.
While you could
Never did you.
Wound,
Warp or
Weave.
You left that
To me.
My mistakes
All,
I own.
Serpents on the tongue.
Covering every inch.
Masses, struggling.
Escaping and falling at
Each and every word.
Carelessly used.
No matter.
More will grow.
Come back to me.
As slowly.
I will collect,
Preserve,
The
lies.
Pull the string.
The words repeated.
Time and again.
Till batteries
Run
Low.
Slow.
Can’t make the phrase
Sound real.
Mechanic.
Slurred.
Protected.
In time.
In silence.
Ideas will form.
And I will find.
A way to say
All the the things.
Not dared.
Pull the string.
Never my fault.
Just.
Walked on away.
Putting corners between us.
Mountains behind me.
Barriers of miles.
Never believing your
Words that relentlessly
Dogged my steps.
Yet resolutely carrying
My own arrogance.
No matter the weight.
Knowing you do not follow
Pretending I hear your
Heavy footfalls.
I am weak.
Now this truth
Is heard from
One remaining
Whisper.
– A single drop
Louder than
All those
Screams.
Demanding
That I am
Strong.
– Poison spreads
Yes.
I will
Take the
Easy route.
– Cities will fall
Surrender.
All was won.
He said.
And I was not
To worry anymore.
I was to sleep.
Never to dream.
Just not to worry.
So our lies
Ran side by side.
He would fight
No more.
I would watch
My nights mind.
No more.
Just not to worry.
I do not speak.
Of the things
The stars show me.
He does not tell
Of his days.
Just tall tales are
Told.
We do not worry.
It’s true my friend.
He was a hero of old.
Oh that tale? Yes,
Indeed, one of his
Greatest adventures…
The words trickled
Down, leaking from
A small window.
Mocking the ears
Of a shadow man,
Creeping by.
He sank to his knees.
Cursing the cold ground.
Blaming the whispering trees,
For that one story.
Started so long ago.
Those words became a truth.
And forced him
To live a great
Lie.
You could be innocent,
My dearest friend.
If it was not
For your open eyes.
For when you blink.
The sun comes out.
Flowers raise their heads.
Gasping sweet clean air.
Oh when you stare.
I can see a hell.
Unavoidable and sparse.
A rag bloody blanket
Falls over the land.
You could be innocent,
My dearest fiend.
If it was not
For your weakness.
Those honest eyes.
Then it Started 