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+prepari
+2019-03-05
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+***
+
+tell me a story, midnight hands:
+from whence you came?
+and how did it feel
+when you shattered the sky
+intent on beginning again?
+
+your decisions I rue
+my judgement is marked false
+and you laugh at me now
+and ignore all my pained calls
+
+who was I ever, anyway?
+just a sick puppet in the back rows
+while you danced on stage
+an architect to both of our destructions
+
+so many nights, I lulled myself to sleep with dreams
+of being in a hospital bed, succumbed to the mercy of the knife
+my brain, with thoughts of a better future rife
+and a home near a lake where underneath bubbles teem
+
+midnight hands, instead of your customary way,
+there's something to you that I need to say.
+
+the muses pull me to cleave the night
+and leave this world unseen,
+but my work on this coil is not yet complete
+I thus mar my hands unclean
+
+to disappear, to forget, to bathe in the waters of Lethe
+but not everything in this damn world is as it seems
+five years of construction, undone by a night's drunken folly
+but already I've exhausted my long-deserved sorrys
+
+for what can you do when you're chained up on stage
+and whipped until the whole ocean's your grave?
+naught left to do but disappear into the foam
+and hope that whatever lingers above deems you worthy to roam
+
+"Why do you pain me so?"
+
+you have the gall to take my hand,
+to intertwine your fingers in mine,
+as I sit here alone in my room
+
+your head on my shoulder,
+your arm against mine,
+as you await my impending doom
+
+"Did you think, for a second, I'd let you down?
+Take this cloak,
+take my hand,
+lest you fall to the ground.
+I love you; I'll hide you as long as you need.
+It's the least I can do so that we both can succeed."
+
+I wait with bated breath.
+
+the wind howls outside
+and I remember- we stepped out into the night,
+armed with the poisons of our fathers
+and the weight of the world on our shoulders
+
+you don't know who I am.
+but then again, has anybody?
+
+the frost on the ground,
+crunching underfoot as lamp posts stretch out our shadows
+without a single sound
+resisting the urge to keep our heads low
+
+not going gentle into that good night,
+always you and I, the dark and the light
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander