Wide Eyes Towards The Sky

LETRA

Wide Eyes Towards The Sky

Seek the truth, crush the doubt.
Force fed lies, slit the throat.
Bite the hand, gag my mouth.
Burn my eyes, breathe the smoke.
Bind my wrists, slap the face.
Grit your teeth, bite the brick.
This will soon be the end of the
pain and of the guilt. Cold is the
grasp, the dead breath of my friend.
In this age of senseless faith,
I propose an intervention. Bold and focused
our arms will not fail with stentorian
voices, if we hold the
evidence to be true to ourselves as
the crust and the rust belies the
trust. Wide eyes towards the sky
awaiting a sign of recognition for
the cries and the trials of this
reprehensible world. A toeless
foot holds me off kilter, gagged
clumsy and dumb. The longest
hours spent staring at where you
once stood. My eyes wide towards
the sky, flesh beckoning stalking
vultures, as my soul escapes
its earthly restraints. I want to
watch it all end, it will be beautiful.
Pull me under or lift me up, but
do it now. Set me free of these
terrestrial shackles. I will stand
here waiting, watching, living,
naked, broken, with wide eyes
towards the sky. Wait for night to
come. Perform the sacred rite.
Alter my consciousness so they
might see the light. I've grown
too accustomed to all the wrong things,
the sight of the meek and the taste
of my blood, the anger of men
and their slickness, this land full
of hate and so full of sickness.
This will stand as an unanswered
question, a beckoning riddle.
This cloud shrouded sky lets the birds move in secret, a
migration unnoticed as i do what i
never thought possible and say
again what i never meant. Daunted
by your very breath, but enticed
enough to lay at your feet. I write with
heavy hands and noble intent,
a fiery letter to the collector of
complicated truths, who whittles
us thin and naked. Falling on the eyes
again, dumbfounded by fools
and the rules of the gesture.
The dance is decadent. A gestating
apocalypse lies in wait. Of arrows
slung far and shadows cast long,
I'll fashion a fortress from the
ignorant hordes. Waiting watching
waiting watching living. Wait for night
to fall. Write it out in blood.
Light myself ablaze, so they
might see the light. You made a
bed of fire, tucked yourself into flame.
Eyes that hurt to open
will never close again. Your final breath
might keep countless more alive.
Your dying breath may prove to be your greatest fight.
Finding solidarity in solitude and
giving body to the dead voices
with wide eyes towards the sky.