Lie.
*****.
Die. Bench.
Crumble. Rotten.
Maggots.
Visit. Box.
Fire.
Peace.

The sky is as blank as my note.
Empty as a promise from the cosmos.
The universe serves only nothing but time, as it runs through your hands like sand.

Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.

Do you crave it? The feeling. So abrasive.
You may touch it. Caress it if you wish. But it isn't yours, I promise you.
It's nails, can you feel it?
Cutting.
Hope you feel healed.
Reach for more.
Dare to grasp at it.
Fingertips
Reach for a smile.

How are you so deep. How are you so afraid.
How can you go so low?
How sad. How lonesome do you feel.
How do you get there?
How do you find us here?
How are we so near?
We're your your friends.
Your pins, and needles.
Blooded, come with us.

I called you home.
Cold and afraid.
Blood on the glass, took you on.
Mirror, red hole. I saw the change.
I called you home.
Deep, in the stain.
I saw the mirror.

She Bled.
She's hopeful.
Call quiet, distant voices.
Tik tok time once lived.
A favour on the edge of a stream.
Secrets stay by. Watch them drift past.
Fetus. Following dreams. In clouds. Carved on blood.
The child will live.
Cries in paper. Synthetic tubes. Manufacturer magnificence.
From its glass dome it surveys the world.
It's happiness unknown through the sacrifice of its host.