My ribcage
is a coffin for the little birds...

I thought I saw in those eyes, these eyes
a reckoning...

The cave of misconception
I am the roof of your dreams...

These are the words
If I was heart-dizzy, then I meant them...

All my teeth are falling out,
I look like I'm ready to be buried...

I am your swordarm
Your shadow...

Awaken in the name of the tyrant I am
gold-eyed and inhuman in look...

Others live in the past yet I
do not feel my time has come yet...

There is a flitting spark between-and-in
passes back and forth to die when held...

They whispered always i will come for you
in night-depths and sweetness they marred...

Endless panels of colour,
broken up by a black deepened by surreal...

All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...