Burn the world
And drown the sun
Bleed the sky
And shatter the earth
What was past is breaking
What is future haunts my dreams
And ever onward sits the raven
Perched above
Expecting
Waiting for falter
Waiting for ruin
Made broken
I tire
And waking is no blessing
For a man
Whose lived past his time
Center of attention
Panic floats under
Carrier waves of information
Completely in control
One on one
Get into a group in the same context
Adrenaline rush
Then inevitable crash down to headache
Not every Sir is a extrovert
Often
We focus on you completely
Because to focus on us
Is too completely hard
If
Sift through wreckage
Burnt glass
Smoking blood
Fire exposes
Found in huddled
Composure
Lost but found but wanting
Lifted up
Soaring in flight
Crashed down to ungentle earth
Splayed pieces
Cannot stand
But at least the fire is out
Or truth its moved inward
Igniting desire
Pouring out from fingertips
From tongue
From eyes
Warm yourself but
Always pull away
Afraid of burning up
Kindle instead and ignite
Burst glory
Or lost
In delirium
In seconds between flight
And the fading
The sound of breaking glass
Pelgris 