Chancing the wind,

Home meets my last hour.

Better sparks ensure the least outcome

Where nothing is not feared.

Be still at the sign of any siren scowering before

My heart is not the glass broken underneath you.

Faint crys scavenge the air.

Beloved betrayal,

I can bury you in here.

Always easy to see night inside of day.

 

Close off the minds that rust around edges.

Chapter by chapter to sentence of pages,

Snow drifts into my bushes of sanctuary

Cresting one's soul inside.

Harder to escape a chamber built from time.

I venture avoiding blotches of blood

Found written among lost clouds.

 

No light travels faster than four rooms,

Each carving internal youth and strength.

Concious emotions are not welcomed

Without the invitation marked on eyes.

Channeling waves surge beyond the tunnels

Buried in the vast sand that shelters love and hatred.