i knew the consciousness

that circled my dreams

the moving lights of navy nights creeped into my whims

bitter taste scratched my tongue

solitude wrote my song

i carried the guilt of my original sin

as the fullness of moon shed a skin

my waking regret scarred me

but a...

cold skin soft smoke

touch feels like an open wound

trembling silence

in despair

i lost you once

and lost you again...

they were told that they’re too loud

too big of an opinion for a small crowd

quick to create a tension

on truths that lacked attention

but just like bees

they offer honey

far more readily

than they sting

so let them ask you to look deeper

to question the con...