Light Blinds

Way I see it Death is a pale rider on a white horse, that’s why in weddings they make you wear white.

Beware the beast, his speed and his claws but most
of all beware his dripping honey jaws.

Do the dead feel safe?

One day you’ll be up close and you’ll realise that the great Circle of life is just a really big drain.

If I were to tell you that I hate you it would only be to make you happy

Like a screw
That turns into the flesh
It’s righty tightly
And loosely left

You do not always need sunlight in order to find your way.

This skin is not my own
But a blanket I have wove
A untruth I have long been lost in
A lie that I have told

No matter how many fires I start
It just keeps getting darker
The rain has begun
And I fear it will soon wash me away