every glass,

a reflection of you.

screaming whispers

of fear

and far from.

and it took this long for god to speak

and you may rise boy

but the sun also falls.

shall i die on my knees,

or walk through your hell?

and i knew that our silence meant 

i had broken my deal with the devil

cards played tight to my chest,

clenching tighter to your desire

to somehow rekindle 

the euphoric fire.

please do not let me 

not let myself

drown.

it will pass

i swear 

it will pass.

cyclical and kind

my god has taught i again

this was,

like before,

batman and belligerence,

blood and briefly spewed vows

an oath without mention

of callow sounds.

and i have not walked far enough.

see,

i replaced your hell with mine.

and the desire

has to be satiated with time.

so let me walk

and let it bite

up my fingers

and desiccate sights

of autumn leaves

holiday photos, hollow

and sallow

in their vivacity

suddenly dull

and hard

not to follow.

see,

when i found you, i had lost god.

see,

i lost you and found 

me.