explosions,
blood thrown on the walls,
rubble,
screams piercing the air,
terror,
bullets rip through life,
darkness,**
peaceful goneness,

you warm me to the bone,
and then there is fire in my veins,
and it’s never enough,
I’m left with a raging need,
boiling and bubbling,
I want more,
more heat,
more warmth,
more life,
-----
pooling warmth,
nimble fingers,
a heat in my heart,
my mouth,
a pulling feeling,
a savage need,
touch me.

I have been training,
My whole entire life,
to get ready for the fight,
holding steady in my hand, a knife.

_

I just want to be a hero
a masked crusader in the night,
saving the planet, one person at a time,
but for now, I'll just write

Am I weak?
I certainly
hope not.

A beautiful weapon,
forged in the heat of,
incredible fire,
now worn, by years of use,
and terrible abuse,
But still sharp enough,
to **** you,

the woods are a frighteningly beautiful place,
strong and ancient, they either protect you with their grace,
or become your enemy and swallow you forever,
give them the respect they deserve,
worry not for the children
for they are safe within their confines,
worry for your own soul,
as they have yet to deem you worthy,

Wings,
soft, feathery, downy,
wings,
made for flight,
Forged for a fight,
wings,
scarred, ******, broken,
Wings,
---
Wingtips press against the soil,
Earthen, Brown,
the power of the Earth,
shared to me,
Ritual, complete,
I feel it all,
rich power,
---
Graceful wingtips,
trailing crimson,
across innocent marble floors,
oh how imbued with guilt,
they drag,

you say you don’t feel,
you say you don’t care,
but I know once you get attached,
you love fiercely and loyally,
that you won’t let anyone hurt those you love,
I know that’d you tear the world apart for us,
and even if I object to being saved,
i know you’d try