By: Ezekiel Gonzales
The three have descended—have rise… The eldest; a boy made of stone; His heart made of glass and a brai… Yet, he could not speak His mouth was worn down with use
Use me to your advantage I’ll play the part, just for you What is it your heart desires? Kneeling by your feet, I’ll beg—j… Snap and crack my back,
As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass
When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease
If blood is thicker than water, th… The bitterness that held me back f… Has questioned my thoughts—apologi… When in the hell would I choose t… Loving . . . . I left you behind
The cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…
Once my words have been translated… The beauty found within, the thing… Hail to the one’s that uncover and… I have chosen to bury what I wish… Loving and living for the one’s I…
Walking through the streets of dow… following my steps like a nagging fly, always around… Can’t seem to smack it out of the… What an annoying little buzz, buzz…
“Speak from the heart” What a load of shit Cut straight to the point did this all even matter? From the start, the middle to that…
Standing naked above the stage Staring at wounds of hurt They know Voicing things no one else dare do A Viking in the making
What goes on in that mind? Is it me—us—whispered words of yel… Daisies and lilacs, the pretty wat… Do you wish for more? Worry not your little head
Come back to me, the empty space you’ve made is sen… The life that vanished created a s… Let the heartstrings tug you back… Let your soul dive head-first
Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…
Roaming with thoughts of Daffodil… The common sense I lack drips fro… of my scraped knee Tears of fears One’s that hold close, ready to ta…
I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult