Burn them up
So the world can inhale them...
Out there, there is someone who prayed everyday
Yet nobody ever answered their prayers...
Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...
Pieces of my mind float down around me
I see myself in the shadow of where I’ve been...
Tick Tock Tick Tock
152 Words and counting...
Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...
The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...
What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...
Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...
Laid here is so strange
A place without a door...
It's
Covered in soap...
A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...