found by now

in this state, it's tolerable.
i can smile and know it'll mask itself.
too bad it's not real.
too bad i'll deal with it later on.
for now i'll enjoy it
and smile as long as i can.
enjoy





















digging deeper into this whole, i find so many things hidden.
all left behind through cracks and crevices in age.
looking for a new grave to dig, only waiting and sitting
bringing up the pain, joy, peace, and rage
locking it into a chest to be opened through time
looking for what's your's and what's mine
don't worry about keeping the key. it's long gone
and already lost in song.
once the dust finally blows over, we'll have a trace
and be able to follow it down to overturned space
finally breathing deeper now and filling your lungs with air
finally looking around and losing all that's fair.
let's not worry about what will be found or lost in this pit
only digging up what's gone will condense your wit.
instead look on and walk forward towards that ledge.
bring your feet closer to the crumbling edge.
now stare down into a void that can be a trap.
bury your past and step back.
now slowly turn and take in what's all around.
listening and waiting to hear one sound
too bad it's as silent as a graveyard
only but one soul holding a card
the card revealing a three of hearts
now being torn in half and left to scars
following what's left of that soul
into somewhere that's full of holes.
sinking into this room feeling so transparent
don't forget that all stare and lament
they see all of the holes and patches.
now it's all fading and left with scratches
barely marking the surface.
don't think this is all on purpose.
let's bury the hatchet and close all doors.
we'll find a way out and even more.
keep this a little secret between us
let it float away as the air sinks with dust.