Mourn the Great Ouroboros

Here lies the great Ouroboros.

Who didn't see

Who didn't hear

Who didn't move or care.

Who never heard your prayers

Who wasn't really there. 

His tail in cheek

His nostrils weak.

His teeth were ground to dust.

His thoughts remain a mystery

Though his fate was surely just. 

Indifference was his legacy.

Omniscience was his curse. 

And though he died a lonely death

He swore companionship was worse.  

Ouroboros

I am the great Ouroboros. 

A ghastly dragon, I.

Unmatched I am in dreadfulness 

From my indifference shall you die.

But my teeth do gnash 

My sight unmatched

My sense of smell; pristine.

In matters of my own thoughts

My perception is quite keen.

I am the one.

The absolute.

Self-sufficient; without fail.

Of persons I know everything.

So my companion is my tail.

I am the feared Ouroboros 

No need of you have I.

For from myself I can sustain

While you eat yourselves alive.

Counter

A year unrequited.

The fascination deep

Alluring. 

Enthralling. 

Destined to seek asylum.

To eagerly reach for oblivion

 

Before the whirling birth of kinship

Where wretched lonely souls glare expectedly for salvation. 

It comes not in the form of sunlight.

It comes not in the day. 

But in the final waning moments of midnight.

Chicken

You can retire in an erratic fashion. 

Simple, obsolete contributions.

It was destiny that lay the golden egg.

Faith in you broken

Split and spilt and coagulated in open air

The growing golden friendship 

Aborted  

Unbound by silence.

Air braided between a thousand voices. 

Echoes vanish on the road to joy

And only white noise remains

That static existence. 

The only one I've ever know. 

And I'm too chicken to try again. 

Oceans

Away from the ocean. 

The antithesis. 

The cold, submerged. 

Desert winds and the darkness of fall

This endless charade mocks my resolve. 

Eager to break away. 

The hot air rises. 

My dried eyes resolute.

No more begging. 

This time. This time I walk away. 

This time I will not turn back

This time I become a pillar of salt.  

Last call

He gestures to leave.

This sinking city will not last another hour. Drunken escapades and those heart felt vandals.

 The 'Everlost'.

She smelt of spirit, 

Shown like white crystals.

Stopped at the border.

The last call

The last ride home.

Bright broken cities lay on the sidewalk. 

Glass villages and roach infested kitchens.  

Where morning light scatters.

No longer the silence.  

No more accolades. 

Barriers held tightly.

Wounds earned a chance to heal

and the gasping fight for normalcy 

caught a breathe of life.

 

Road

"Let's scrape their bodies off the sidewalk. Tangled, mangled lovers on the road. Lose our sight because their brightness is a marvel to behold. "

Such swift, parasitic unions. 

Lusting graciously tonight. 

Summer has returned regardless and 

in that same blaze of glory.

But the sea.

still crashes 

crashes...