󠁪i have crossed oceans of time to find you

I have crossed oceans of time to find you

The black hole of my chest
The malaise of my eyes
The bones of my wings
The wick-eyed me and the match

The words of the wise
Bleed out my ears in the quiet
Pacing laps around my judgement
I heave and fold to the sun

With a snap and a spark
I race with my shadows to the spot
6 shoes on the blacktop
Our inhibition graveyard

Homemade anarchist, what a dream job
My band of devils dancing down the way
The arrogance of the shoreline to block my schemes
Our landmines in the sand, my best foot backward

As we leap over hell, the thrill of the wind hits my wings
The glow in my chest, the flames in my eyes, the everythings
I turn back for a moment, the storm hits me right in the lungs
The heat of the rain, the smoke of the crash, and the blood

Laughing to screaming to silence
Blueness to crimson to gray
4 shoes on the blacktop
The deafening sound corroding me

The bombs of the beach
Bleed out my ears in my bed
Fearing a god is useless when i fear the dead

Picking my scabs off for feeling
The black hole, malaise, and the bones
I’ll gift you my wings, if you need it

A lost aimless wanderer looking for ghosts in my sins
I cross oceans of time to find you, yet you’re in the mist

Collapsing into my damnation
In graveyards of sand
I wear earplugs to bed
So the lessons don’t drip to my floor

I fell for the sun
For a price that i couldn’t afford