Elucidating Questions

After all the time keeps moving somehow, when I wish it would just stop so I could find the pieces and put them back together

Because every morning I wake and it’s with no one, and it feels every day like I just do as I’m told.

I wish I was going home,

I wish I was going home.

Stone crumbled away, pieces like clay

Someone come pick up the pieces with me,

I’d like to say,

Deja vu of tears as that stray drop falls.

All I see is empty tears,

More shots taken

When every day is a battle with myself to stay alive

Could have and should have and won’t

Because I’m still stuck on that line,

That tells me I shouldn’t take what isn’t mine.

So in misery, because that is all I can give me at the beginning of the hour,

I still don’t know because I did,

But he didn’t notice

Or he did

And I broke it.

Or something.

Or it doesn’t matter,

And unfortunately I’ll not be able to know the answers

As they’ve taken the word away.

Forever forever or whatever.

I just do as I’m told.

300 terrible reasons, or something similar.

I don’t see what I want anymore, do you see the unraveling

Of the stupid tapestry I built

Or the crumbling of the towers

Or the end of May.

The pieces are just scattered,

To the four winds,

Screaming to the winds, in silence,

I keep me alive for what if,

Kept making failsafes that failed.

I never missed the insomnia, keeping the day light through the night,

Maybe the wind would miss me.

See because I keep running out of people I want to burden with me.

Running to the elements to see if

Who knows.

These days everything that hurts feels like deja vu,

It’s just people taking the same actions, against the one who never took actions.

The actions made always swept away into silence.

They say love works backwards,

A currency,

If that is true then why spend love on anything after all if I deserve this then I don’t deserve love

Love, deja vu.

The further into the night, the darker it gets like some cheesy disgusting ham of a speech so why don’t I just do it?

Guilt must be a currency felt ahead of time, actions not taken actions taken both end up in regret and guilt.

Look how far we’ve come, to be where we are now,

Is a knife wound bleeding into the dirt.

In a perfect world you could kill hundreds and still have a family at the end.

A theme of romance seldom called but always told,

The hero is forgivable, gets every second chance.

Even in total destruction ends up with gold.

In reality the wind blows, the night is mild,

The ground is cool and the sky is clouds that haven’t fallen.

Hiding in pianos because words just hurt.

The blanket of simplicity hidden in the complexity

The retelling of a song once told.

Music heard now often,

Now the artist will never benefit.

But to hear perhaps his own music, surely to hate it,

And write his own, to make it better.

If only this world saw the todays.

To show sympathy for a goddess who controls the single most effective and terrible tool that should be shared and shown,

That is often misused and misunderstood.

Don’t know why and watching Fortuna take the wheel,

As the goddess of love becomes the goddess of time,

A memory of the glass that was a hand that can never be reached.

Either side of the hourglass, finally free,

Resentment would be, knowing you had everything,

And they took it away.

So perhaps it’s best to turn away, so that they can’t take it away again

Now every start is cheating,

How cruel.

Vows are for fools and dolts after all.

Desiring nothing, desiring to be over because desiring happiness is an undefined nothing, that has never been found.

And the family friendly message, tasted bitter to me

Because there is no one who would open their eyes for me,

And no one who would be willing to break those lines and chains

Only to be left as the plunge into the frozen waters

The frozen heart in the frozen waters,

Sinking further.

Some of the figures, harder to spot, but there’s always one,

This one is faceless.

The red tag.

Of course Paris is lonely, under the guise of the goddess whose loves always die young,

It seems to be going so well and there’s this one who reminds him of everything he ever wanted right there

Just out of reach

Did she come to him or go screaming?

The stories diverge, but under the thumb of the goddess

Who he loved, but she whisked him away, and if always seems to end the same way.

And the pane of glass that separates the worlds,

Men upon men who fought the battles

Thrown into chaos for love and war.

When it comes to love,

When it comes to it,

I am blind often, but walking the lines of peace so apologies pour out

They don’t work though,

Trying something else,

Paris is lonely,

Because we all love how love lies.

Mother of memory who stands with the candle holding the muses to scream above the sky.

Once upon a time there were nine.

How many now you ask for numbers when they all all just increased.

After all the humans did, so who says it didn’t get bigger to fit the myth

As every myth engulfed the myths of the myths and told these stories over again

Slowly and slower

With less and less men,

The characters to remember, the importance of the faces, slowly decreased

Once upon a time of destinies,

The list of names went on forever,

And no one ever wins.

After all who needs victory, when there are those behind still suffering, if I could pull them all with me

Pull every one.

I would steal the fire to light their way,

Yet I hear the scream here as well,

And it is how you need it to be,

But I cannot believe

That there was ever only one,

When the story started

With wanting to be the only one, you see,

Worship no other, just one only one,

Which means there were others,

And I can choose to move farther and farther and farther away.

In the cold expanses of galaxy empty space.