You wandered naked
through the burning sand
looking for the promised land

Denied by the nature
of your eyes
It’s the chaos that you
breed inside

Now You look down
to the ground
picking up the pieces
of your broken crown

The solace of your name
brings you nothing more
but shame

Like the  castle where
you built your reign
on the ever shifting sands

Forgotten by
your cruel hands

in my knotted abjection
tangled are the fibers
of my mother's depression
she spins into yarn
and in my name twines

i am my mother's half
or maybe more
the chronic haunt
and all her mad

I will drag your predation  to mine
to mix it and prepare it as a perfect wine.
I will not leave your line
until I make sure that our gloom is fine.
trust this dust-path and this shrine
of our love that will always mar the sunshine.