converge vs. submerge

the smell left in the air sucked the breath right out of my lungs. blankets stacked so high makes me wonder if they partook. the question of death? the manifest fears all rolled into one. let's smell them but only as a connoisseur. let's see each line cross the other one in the form of ghost signals, each one a link straight from the heart. they're each going to converge before they submerge, as the light from each sad silhouette paints itself to the next one like a domino reaction and we're left with black.

i felt your presence in the air so dear. don't give me up and i won't stop the stance. i'll remain where i longed to be, in the midst of it. don't bleed us dry! the smell left on my pillow resolves and resounds the single stop. i never want to forget, let me wrap my arms around your back and hold you close as long as i can

on faith and all

faith is a word that drips down the back of my brain and falls onto my spine. it conjures images i never thought existed, dreams i always hoped would breathe life. falling out of religious sentiments was when i realized how real it all is. moving from faith to glee; from my hands folded together at my heart and all my wishes made known in a whisper, to my hands clutched around a bottle or pipe as i take in chemicals and feeling only part of the bliss man was made for. constructing feelings out of destructing cells. feelings that should be there in the first place if not for some blanket sense of neurosis. ripping apart silence inside a soul to see all that glows chrome both inside and outside of these biological beings that most call "us."



moving along faith has become everything i am instead of something i simply wished on and blew out a fucking candle. faith has become an infinite void of knowledge, an endless dream and wonder for all that could be, all that isn't, and all that probably is. faith was once a small part, then it became just desire in a black room. now it's become my all.