World By Storm

Death cannot kill what never dies, Lover.

For a change, I'll refrain, From hiding all of me from you.

Hello Its Mychael!
im 19
pagan
ghost possessing his own body
your protector or worst nightmare
Dreamer and a realist.

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust,
We kissed in the fields and under trees,
Screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town
But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved
Into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,
And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said,
"death is a midnight runner."

The sky had come crashing down
Like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
Ships of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echos of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
As the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes
Of a better past time.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
If you would accompany me in a quick fall,
But you made realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.

You said "the cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with
Unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved
Our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of
The horizon and the darkness is a mystery of
Curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
Scratched into the earth like a message.

"I am the master of my Fate,
I am the captain of my Soul."

Ask me anything