“Candles on the tree, ink still on every boarder line. Father sleeps beside his legal stacks. I sit awake and wait for some dark sign. Moonlight claws across the portrait frames. Eyes of saints look sharp enough to bleed. Every bookshelf whispers half my name. Every thought another fight. Is this the weight of the sublime? Every breath held at the edge of sky too high. Beauty like a hand around my throat. Dreading every glow,every guilt. Im so afraid of everything. Paranoia in the starlight shaking in my spine. Crushed beneath the weight of sublime. Tea gone cold beside the balcony. Snow drift builds like armies on the glass. Distant dog house through the popular trees. I swear its warning me of what will pass. clockwork ticks like boots across the floor. Shadows marching where there's only me.I check the latch again. Again once more. i hear the footsteps in the fields of green. Is this the weight of the sublime? Web held at the edge of a sky to high. Beauty like a hand around my throat. Dreading every glow,every guilt. Staying cold. Im so afraid of everything. Afraid of what id be if i felt nothing.”
