Empire Of The Senseless

I throw a fit. She closes the door behind her. She calls me a baby. “Tantrums aren’t for Kings, boy. You cry too much. Lift up you head. Stare at the night sky. Dance the sun up. She won’t come back unless you’re begging for it. Don’t be afraid to need me. Don’t be scared of loving and losing everything every time. A life lived in analytical assumptions of how the heart is supposed to feel will be misery. Let your spirit take your body freely. Don’t fight the direction. Don’t put your fists up at me! I am trying to be patient. But you took my heart and ran away with it. When I caught up, you stuffed in your mouth and swallowed. So I filled the canyon with coyotes and I walked away. I couldn’t watch it take place. But I knew your death was necessary. I knew I would never give you my love again. But I tried. I stuck my hand down your throat and forced communication. But my love had already disintegrated in your stomach acid. I left the city that I loved to rot. It was a bond. The karmic reaction to a heart that