the voice of the heavens

the field empty, the sky glimmering. the winds still. the end of all things. this is where we rest, this is where life bursts and breaks and forms and dissolves. it is beautiful and natural and ugly and often painful but it is the most sweetest thing.

this endless monotony should mean nothing to you. the routine remains unchanged.

even as your body breaks, your mind will go on. your soul will continue to rage against the cosmos and the world and the injustice of humanity and you will fight until you draw your last breath.

A burning core mirrored in both entity and man, tearing the distance up between them. Red eyes and bared teeth, bloodied hands, oh wanderer, where are they? The shadows grow heavier every day, in every life, in every burning sky and empty earth. Run, for the light will only burn lies into your skin

The Stars have always been your home, Emissary, long before this world was created. The Cosmos sings and your ever-bleeding heart listens, your slashed-open throat joins the eternal chorus. The sound makes your mind spin and your eyes hurt but your lips have known these lyrics since before time began.

will the cosmos leave my body behind? will you bury me, little bluebird?

i dont want a pyrrhic victory, i want a good ending. i want and want but its not for me. i know i will not live to see the sun rise on that day where there is peace for you, love.