DIEMOS AND PHOBOS

we touch the fringes of earth,
the pinnacle of the senses is violence.

sometimes i feel,
sometimes i fell nothing,
either way it's time,
my nervous system is terrified.

hoping for a break that's not in my neck
hoping for a heart without a beating
tasting something new, i remember salt,
and lightning strikes a world with no eyelids!

there is no defense
against the heaviness
"the consuming fire Himself"

a burning planet,
it's all i wish for,
when are you coming back for me??

the sky tore open when it held back the armies,
a cry rang out from the center of the sun,
i always told you He would come back for me,
a sword for a mouth, covered in blood.