Blood

With silence, comes clarity.
When it is broken, in the chaos of sound,
freedom will kiss
with softly cold ghost lips.
Lie to me and I’ll see the good in it,
cause more often than not
deception is rewarded.

How can that not sicken me?

With restraint comes guilt.
When it is thrown, in the fear of falling,
strength will rise as molten rock from vents
made of black earth
inside of the chambers of a heart.
Love me and I won’t believe in a second of it.
Attraction is just an elaborate word for lust,
and what a lovely harlot you are.

There are miles and miles, and a light year or two,
between thought and vocalization
that need stitched together.
Because ambiguity can easily fill the void
before reason, or true emotion
have time to look through the telescope.

With pain, comes desire.
When it is felt, under the arm of darkness,
hope will cling like a tightened noose,
and that yearning
may very well kill.
But what else is left?
Hate me and I will vanish,
into the very air
your lungs hold so dear.

You see, escape is oxymoronic,
and it is impossible.
We are only redirected from hell to hell,
but hell has always been home.
Hasn’t it?

With silence, comes clarity.

Blood

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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