the path

sorrow drips into your heart.

(i wish, i wish, i wish)

you and i weren’t born the same. that sunlight of yours tries to infiltrate decaying lanes of my brain. you won’t get very far. you shouldn’t… yet you do anyways.

i’ve found no way out. no path where i won’t be tracked down. lose yourself beyond these shifting forest lines.

maybe my bones fester too much sickness. they’re incompatiable with all the good in the world; down to my core, i cannot escape this cycle.

unable to break through the noise of mindless routine: kneeling on the floor, pleading aching disgraced. won’t he open the door? his arms? his heart? he wishes he had that son after all.

slow to react, directions skew and morph before me.

forest lines shatter and break, decades of memories fall asleep in front of my eyes. sharpened molars sink into flesh. years of my life erupt into flames.

covered in ash and shame (truth), i walk towards the water. there, someone will twist my hollow veins into an offering. there, something else will take me away this time.

i’ve never been any good at keeping my mind safe.

(send me back. take me home.)

where can we go from here? everyone walked away miles and miles ago, in retaliation of the unfamiliar blood coating my bones (mended and reused).

a voice calls down. the wind carries his forgiveness. it was an omen whispered. a prayer received. a promise kept.

another sun rises over the hills, illuminating all i’ll ever be. / forever bound to an endless hell kept warm by a name no longer mine.