Let Go of All the Rotten Terrible Recklessness Known As Consciousness

If only you could hear something so eloquent,

As the words that make up this feeling,

I wouldn't even impress you in the slightest,

Because it wouldn't make much sense to begin.

Construct this man, a boy made putty,

The dire circumstance craves sanity,

But only gets the opposite in truest form.

If only the shadows below us,

Mere silhouettes beneath the sun,

Could capture the beauty of what we,

Are so desperate to become.

Don't forget the ever passing moment,

And the time that seems to stand so perfectly still,

In these intangible seconds,

This is the time we will grasp what we feel.

Smoldering nonsense,

Ever so sweet to the smell,

I have lost all sense of security,

Only to be found in your heart,

And subject to your unquenchable will.