helenneee

i desire maniacal creation

to let words flow past my skin and from my heart

till my skin breaks and my bones ache with their force

till my mind is a muddled mess of focus and their intensity

where do ripples come from

i wonder

these little 

escalating things 

perhaps they come from

the speed boat 

a few paces out 

sharp short

and jagged 

or maybe 

Arrows and 

Men alike

both shall 

break and shatter 

at the means 

of the other 

Look to the sky

for salvation

He was a sacrifice 

yet he did the same

Now he is Immortal

What are you

besides dead? 

she says i’m warm

yet i feel 

cold

distant

i feel space,

the seconds 

and severed flesh

that separates 

me from myself.

how can i be warm

how can i be excited

You can be cold

but not without consequence

You can be warm

but not without effort

You can be brave

but not without fear

You can be good 

but not without sacrifice

You can be evil