Cowards.

My body is dead and full of rust.
My dry bones rub away to dust.
The weight of Glory hangs above my head.
It's the only thing I've ever felt.
The weight is the light. The weight is light.

Can you not feel it too?
The sense of everything in all things.
You can hear it in the air, in the angel wings.
Or maybe all you can hear
Is my mouth empty, full of fear.

Did we get desperate?
With our eyes so bright we had to close them!
Everything inside of us screaming for the ache of life!
Kill the light before they see it.


-If you feel responsible, you are.
For those given great things, great things are expected.
Don't try to hide your beauty and potential from
The one who gave it to you.