Blessed are the Broken Ones
By Chip Marks

Blessed are the broken ones, no thoughts tonight.
I touch myself again, damage found in cold red losses.
Wounds hidden deep under skin scarred so blue.
I follow paths in forests lasting moments.
I am lost again in endless days of dark green madness.
Bones gone thin through bars caged dream.
Feed him more, evil ones prey.
On knees that bleed seven seconds before midnight.
Never will suns swirl this orbiting menagerie.
Planetary dreamlands missed at stations gone by.
My plans so meticulous, followed blind eye bled.
Falling to second sentences in conversations alone.
I ramble on in pastures as if you were still by my side
Ill never feel your breeze touching skin gone cold.
I lay down here eternity, blue lips goodnight.
Star in this night burnout in novas last breath
I thought I knew this path in confidential punctuation.
In momentary breathes from a darker night I drift off to not.