I feel hurt
Trapt in my room...
Distorted faces, black and white
Riddled with self hate...
They dumped me in the Forrest,
Alone and by myself...
-I won't say what this is about, see if you can...
Cry as hard as you can...
When the moonlight distinguishes
the suns burning flames...
Hosting the air
The cruelest moment is now...
A snapshot-
then you walked away...
I once had a crow, he was shot in a storm.
A bullet to the beak from an eye of scorn...
Diamond-patterned tongue illustrates wildfire
crawling across recombined heartbeats...
Your lips are frozen
like standing time between...
Mechanical gears commove. And the hands strike...
Calvary rendezvous, avocation juncture. Bovine...
You
You where have you gone...