Brotherhood

A Boy With Roses

There is nothing but a mind tying us together, and a canyon separating us. All the words we ever knew run deep like rivers, but the mouth can't speak and these scars can't heal, when you're dancing around lies and we're suspended like ice crystals from the magnetic pull of the pendulum. I look at the last photograph of you. Your eyes are blue and shining and I can see you're holding on, but I know you want to undo the knot with your impure hands. I can see the temptation to free yourself from the burden like it's your last breath. You're tired of the fun house, you're tired of the love affair, but the blood is stalwart and the void is filled with black skies. You take the baby from the tip. This brotherhood is crying out and resents you. Bloodless brotherhood. Breathless creature, debauched with every misplaced step. You fall deeper. Deeper into alloyed satellites. No emotion, no escape. Reality is our cage and there is no saviour. We have been burning in these flames in this secret place, no rain calls my name. Take everything I have, my last cigarette. Snuff me out. The lord knows, you are not a pacifist. You are at war.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2022 16:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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