1.
2.
We belong to words
They shape, create worlds
Orbs of light, hollowed out
Sailing past the places intended
The evasions you've spoken with bravery
Float and land, on a dark star
in your world that you've shaped
The depth of your horizon has swallowed the place where sky meets ocean
Tracing lines you use to block out the light from distant planets
Your horizon is lit but by these dark lines
You measure years past in these lines and count the days we have left on your hands
I've only become this that you have created me to be
My pulse is still synced with the plagues we've reigned onto these
Unworthy victims
To become something more than human we've destroyed many things that once had meaning
& we consider this the lesser of two evils
Abate the weak and their blood will cleanse you
The mass of wasted time piles onto
The masses of wasted vessels
My pulse is still synced with the plagues we've reigned onto these
Unworthy victims
To become something more than human we've destroyed many things that once had meaning
& we consider this the lesser of two evils
Abate the weak and their blood will cleanse you
The mass of wasted time piles onto
The masses of wasted vessels
2.
We belong to words
They shape, create worlds
Orbs of light, hollowed out
Sailing past the places intended
The evasions you've spoken with bravery
Float and land, on a dark star
in your world that you've shaped
The depth of your horizon has swallowed the place where sky meets ocean
Tracing lines you use to block out the light from distant planets
Your horizon is lit but by these dark lines
You measure years past in these lines and count the days we have left on your hands
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