Men who wear their souls
around their necks
marvel at its beauty
its simple truth
isn’t it nice to always see people
as they were when they left
look behind you
look besides you
the angles points above you
the demon points under you
“where is he?” they groan
Groans of pleasure that binds hearts forever
“forever and for always,” songs from the graves of children
Stop looking at me with so many questions
Stop making me answer them
Hide behind the sun
Smile for me with empty eyes
Shelter the information we shared
But don’t turn them into secrets
My words aren’t sacred
There are words that are left behind in transit
