This changing trauma
Is my life.
Those suicide girls...
With their secret intentions
And wicked notes
Too beautiful for telling
Do nothing for me
But bookend a life far past reality.
While you were gone away,
Life remained.
Nobius is still here
Trapped in the City of Light
Companioned by a great fear.
Our God is no longer.
I can hear
New pathways forming in this brain.
Synaptic journies end.
Others begin.
I see no joy, only light.
Where did He go?
Bring me the angels
And then the noose.
-posted by Nobius 12:22 AM 