The Inventor and Collector

My heart crumbles,
Like the ruins of a church

My tongue is dry,
Like the desert of a lost city

My back is cold,
Like revenge through war

My blood is hot,
Like the fire, through my door
 

I’m self destructing,
I’m the apocalypse,
Churning out an end.

Bring me fear, friend,
I wish to see no hope,
Eyes which burn out.

Anything to rid these,
Dark thoughts and cries,
Empty words and lies.

Never had I thought,
I would be the damned,
The inventor and collector.
 

Our hands shake,
Like the ground beneath us

Our tears flood,
Like the seas surrounding us

Our bodies’ ache,
Like the heart of a Man

Our minds wonder,
Is this even our land?
 

E.T.