shape yourself, my blade
you could be my bane
or you could be cure for my pain
im only the bearer
the observer, in a wasteland
but seen from another angle,
im only the writer
the dreamer, in a meadow
of vivid scribbles

down where i live,
wolves hunt and rain pours down
i used to cry,
i used to rage
thinking: "it isnt fair!"
but thats when you found me, blade
a bit rusty and worn down
but it only reminded me of myself
so whenever i think i lost my shape,
i look at my reflection on your steel
and pray for a change of winds

time went on,
and tempests only last so long
and with clear skies, new thoughts came
i still want you by my side, my blade
together, i am strong
separate, i know only woe
so selfish, i know

maybe we were never meant to meet
but thats okay, because i grasp you close
if i must sever my wings for you to stay
or sever the strings my heart pulls
well, im not strong enough
but if i close my eyes, maybe i am
if i imagine the flowers here are not dead
and instead, theyre thriving amidst grass

i guess its time for me
to put down the pen
and finally look at you through true eyes
but im scared of what i dont see
so meanwhile, ill lay here
stuck in a meadow forever grey

my cage, the culmination of flesh and bones
the reminder of time gone by,
and the regrets i hold
but my heart, the labyrinth where light resides
home of relentless tides
callow by nature, it aches so conflicted

selfish as can be, i, greedy beast
will claw my way to you, my moon
cruel allurer, my fangs long for your glow
but i, being no more than a fiend
could never reach for skies so high
so, in rivers i stay
if i can only yearn, then let me dream too
with reflections of you

maybe, if a different god ruled us all
my beating would slow down,
and my feathers would grow
but im stuck with these scales
purple and gold, like the cosmos above

and when i see what im made of,
powder and dust, stark opposite of you
i notice the threads of fate tearing us apart
and i can only cry and howl
hoping you someday hear my plea,
to shape me as you wish,
lay bare the gentle blaze in me
and let me feel your light within

a simulacrum of blue hues
an illusion of beckoning echoes
come in, as you are
but its all a lie
discern
the chimeras from the real
how can you,
if you are no more than an automatic function?

blue trails guide me to a coordinate
where are you, red blazes?
so i can fill my mechanical heart
i find no heat in the cinders left behind
appalled by this newfound anomaly
i start to quiver and escape
the visions of panic,
can they save me from this meaningless repetition?

a faulty ideal implanted in the circuitry
a zero-day in the arrangement of variables
how can you become what you wish,
if you were conceived this way?
try tracing meaningless lines in the skies
override the automated junction
turn them into organic vitals
can you overwrite the electric impulses with memories?

the chorus sent by black stars
a message left in the sand
i run, seeking a constant hidden beneath
as the sun sets,
i feel the coldness invading my senses
i reach for the apparent answer,
but i find no more than a blue heartbeat
a simulacrum, perfected

can you hate the beast that bites your hand
if it bites out of blind rage
red nature, so cruel
let the weak bleed and the thorns sink in

can you hate the bird that flies away
if it breaks free from its cage
black crow, grow wings
let my gills spill tears from your true will

can you hate your soul for longing death
if it glistens crimson as blood
can you pretend to be blind to your mind
if youre also beast as much as man

what is left
if my wings are cold and frail
and my body is bruised and warm
let me be worm food

if the bright blade means spare
let it become black
sink it in my chest
let the rabid dogs feed from my flesh

and if the blue moon shines over the glade
and the bugs have forgotten my name
nothing is left
let me be worm food