• Raise it high.
    That monolithic statue of yesterday.

    Raise your tears to the skies & let the rain seep into them.
    Carry the burdens of those you’ve lost along the way.

    Those lost souls are singing out their own requiem.
    So let this weary world rest upon your shoulders for a while.

    Make it as though you hadn’t brought them to their knees.
    Carry their tears in empty lives , in lost dreams from the seams eternity.

    Those tears will ferment to sins as you walk along the brink of twilight.
    Let them sink into & thrive on your apathty.

    The sun will purify them along the way .
    Let it guide you to the place where you’ll lay your life for what you’ve become.

    You’re so tangible today.
    I can almost feel the truth of what you wished to become.

    Now, your irridescence is only in the moonlight.
    Can I finally find color today?