#mattdares

Oh, but what more did the devil do when he fell?                   (what greater sin was his?)                                                                  He lived.

In the distance of your red lips from mine - the universe sighs.

Am I the sun? Were you the sea? Are we nothing more than a recycled tragedy? (Icarus died with the taste of sun on his lips. You died with the taste of mine on yours)

aah okay okay that's what i thought but i wanted to make sure!!! haha thank you. i'm really excited about this :)

For all you knew of war, dear soldier, you knew nothing of the taste of death. (of chapped lips and saltwater, of gunpowder and blood)

You were meant for more than this. Your hands shake as you breathe in. Breathe out. Can’t get it under control. Maybe they were right; maybe you were never meant for war. The guy from Brooklyn, finally brought to his knees. You laugh, and it reminds you of days long gone, when laughs meant happiness and not this. Not hopelessness beyond repair. When you didn’t have to pick yourself up over and over and over again but you still chose to. You push off the ground on shaking knees. You close your eyes and steady your hands. In the distance you hear screaming. You take a breath and accept that this is where you belong. This is who you are. Just a brave little soldier.

We were like the shattered stained glass windows of long forgotten temples. With absolution faded into the ruins of our stone, unheard prayers echoed in the hollows of our structured bones. Our whispered scripture lingered on the scattered ashes of a once holy home. We were prophets, haunted by worshipping ghosts.