Two
Why do you love me more
When you’re asleep
You know
I’d pay everything
For those eye-lines to crease
To take you away
From what you deem bad
To hope one day
It won’t be me
Mine
In the third hour of my open eyes
The rain begins to pour outside as you turn in your sleep
Your arms wrap around me and your breath on my neck
I hold mine
Solace
Have compassion towards the cold
And vigilant alike
The mind stays
Not here
Maybe you understand, I dont
All I know is those mortal decisions
Must stay far
To live
That which escorts birth keeps youth
The antithesis clear
Beseech for all
Discern
Perhaps for us or no one acquainted
At a glance revival awaits
Both intend
Farewell
Fathom the incentive inferred for you
The last stages appear in mind
Distant yet lifelike
I beg
Glass
There’s not need to see or touch
I already know
I always did
Every day discovers what you’re meant to be
When you were
At all times
And everything I am and could be belongs entirely to the loyalty that had never been present in this world before or after
And the faith in your heart encapsulating not through your vision but the truth of the world seen through you
And for myself
Too cowardly to take my life
But for you
I’d give it
Remember?
it was so warm that we swam in the public fountain
we saw the ruins
five years ago
the woman in the hotel was nice
how long were we there? two weeks?
three days
oh
(three days)
One
why is it so white and unlike what skies look like
and the toast with coffee without that cigarette
its not the object of my thoughts when I am
forced to fulfil the wants of a separate part
nothing more than the items in the world around
all my feeling is the only emotion beyond Earth
all else dead when nothing lives, only functions
all theories unreal, devoid without subsistence
then you
are
within yourself
within the world, separate
from me
Volaraes 