Sep 61 min read
Unmaker
Heavy and autoviolent again My claws in my face scratching static white noise Why ever and over this place Tired worn lips layering supplications All unrealeyes cast down and burning I dreamed you came to me Patient and hoping til I screamed Moving pendulike towards One inevitability or another I shiver at my softness for sharp blades and Distant mountain tops My other of me hopes that the words stop coming That I might fade from mind enough To be guiltless, for one Yet I kne