I crave nothing more than silence
To be wrapped in those white lights of nothing
Peace with nothing more than him
Nothing less than silence
Pass by with it in my head
The scream passes though the floor into the dead
Horses that run though the walls with no fear
Nothing other than this love and a forever silence
Boy
There is poetry in the movement of my lost loneliness
There is a dream in this boy’s heart
And a story in his eyes,
There is pain in his words
And death in his smile
And a lost ness that on one can see
There is glitter on his eyelids
And his eyes shine blue
And the dust pores though his skin
Like flowers through the dirt.
“I am a boy, I am my mother’s son and I am covered in dirt and glitter.
I feel the cold winter morning on my skin,
My body like ice”
This boy feels cold inside and there is no happy ever after that he can see,
He is lost, alone and feels no beat in his heart.
He waits and waits for the body of a man to caress his skin.
