Morgan-666

An endless skyscape A nighttime chill You and I atop a clear pyramid The final tour The last scenes of life With heavy waters and dark desires Smoldering fires in the distance And blazing scathes close by We relish our proximity Aviation granting reprieve from death If only for a moment Our dark eyes meet

Crawl so slyly into your introverted shelters Hide so desperately from recognition Remain diligent in your endeavors The brass spiders on the floor Come to see me during storms Gangly slender legs showcasing insanity Or debuting freedom

The boy saunters so lazily through my thoughts A cat-like rigidity evident in his pace-monotonous Grasp him slowly that boy is rigid A tauter hold, a mind agape A torrential rain, a flurry of quiet A silent scream so gently made A jolted awareness, a sudden shock! A pellet fired from an unfired gun And the boy, the boy, Begins to run

and when the sky opens up and you see the stars you'll see every little worry and want and need and desire up there dead lights shining I spin around and I see you and you're looking up and your eyes are red I'm doing my best just to sit here and watch you without looking down because I don't know how you can look at all those stars without crying even though your arms and hands are bleeding you smile I don't know how to hold you like this but you rush into me and we fall slowly until we're six feet under the stars and your breath is slow and your eyes are black and you kiss me quickly before you're taken by the sky

Sometimes the cold and the dark feels and looks just like you; which is alright, because I love both those things- and you as well. The night gives me an energy I can't really explain. It's like one of those 5 Hour Energy drinks they sell at the register of 7-11. Even though I've never had one, I can tell from commercials that it must be something worth getting if your "2:30 feeling" is less than spectacular. Besides this, since it's so small, I assume that the energy-producing agents in it are in an extremely powerful concentration. I often ride my bike late at night. Rather, early in the morning, when everyone on Twitter is talking about s

The rain is not as grey when viewed with four eyes A symbolistic object of endless waiting crawling down a window When the mind is at ease the body follows suit regardless of the time When the road is damp four steps sound best Among the greyscale sky where no clouds hover Looking up to catch the weather

He is the blue mist I saw that day above the beach The grandiose expanse of bitter sky And grey waves A brittle stick's gait matched among the sand By the fingers of the mountain A splinter of debris upon your feet And lucky shoes upon mine With shredded laces and blackened calves so I remember the time A field of winter all around us I finally lose my plight A boy with eyes that drive A soul that grasps me tight An ocean I see in my dreams With cerulean skies

Don't leave for anyone No one stays To watch the wind with me When there's a rafflesia's beauty near So get close Smell something rotten And realize I was never there

Green never seems to go away Yet the red seems impossible to replace So even as the ardent meadows continue to sway The pain seems to ceaselessly stay

I'll get out of this one again We'll figure out a way to touch the sky And feel infinite We'll fuck in the tunnels And run down the stream there You'll be all I'll ever wanted I think you're on my mind In case of boy Break glass And taste blood Nameless and selfish blood Only you and I Could savor