Scatter Brained

To the ones who shove us away,

for the greatness that dissolves,

the innocence lost,

and forget-me-nots.


Ultimately the ground will shake,

eruptions within the sheets,

while bodies sway and streak.


This is my religion,

not a falsified rejection,

curved by appetite and destruction.


Girls weep,

while the men clean themselves of regrets.


The idea is to love,

but sometimes the horrors we imagine,

feed the destruction we desire.


Nothings more powerful than the mind

of an ambitious love scorn dreamer.