and their shadows dim,
time,
the kind to turn boys to men,
lonely only looking for a friend.
reach for fire
gainingredhands
they never heard my crow call,
cawing always drunkenawe.
all i need is them,
a grain of salt
selfinflictions, all my lovers ever saw.
once i loved a thing so pure
self-harmed, so sure.
always knew it was wrong.