z_x_silas

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Meet me
As I part the ashes with a stick
As I rinse my fingers free of the phoenix
I can see a positive mess engaged with the pessimist
An adjacent spiral of cigarette smoke dances with my shadow
What I cant see is the roots of my veins
So I remove the scar tissue with my credit cards
And I save the razor for when I want to dip into my insecurities
I cant escape this land of milk and honey
The milks gone spoiled and the honeys stop running
Meet me
As I beat this dead tree with its own bitter blades of slavery
As I remove my weathered boots from this peasants fertilizer
I can see fouls of my ignorant ways
And I refuse to peal theses scabs from my forehead
This crown of thorns eclipses my egos limelight
I smash the devil and crush my hindsight
And so I apologize to all the gods I thank
Im sorry for being so contemporary fake
Im sorry for tempting your angel apathy into my anguish
I tried to part these ashes like Moses parts the sea
I tried to wash my hands so the phoenix could be free
I tried to be more like you without knowing me
I tried to accept you as my father but I couldnt handle the glee
I still wonder why God you left me.

This hammer weighs too heavy on my soul
So I cast away these brittle fragments of past regret

--Z.Silas Herrera