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 Aug 2018
Torin
My hope
Is a stained glass window
Shattered
And on the floor
A thousand sharpened pieces
I can't pick up
For fear of bleeding
My bitter hands

I stare at the sky
With my black eyes
I see buzzards and crows
A storm that only rages

My hope
Is a dream I have
While I sleep
On beds of razor wire
A thousand sharpened knives
Jaws of hell
Closing in on my
Unforgiven heart

I open the door
With my broken hand
My busted knuckles
My emptiness

I turn the lights down low
 Apr 2018
Torin
We never spoke the language of soil
These poison loving tears
These seeds are growing nightmares
This cruel green cause
Its only a pain within a writhing mind
Sharpened knives and sharded glass
Even if its my blood that's hoping to fall
I'll bleed forward
The angry road the watching street
The stranger beneath the lamp post
This killing highway
She dies into the future
Its always a war of sleeping stones
And breathing hidden storms
The fires of hell
And a bottle of honey
 Mar 2018
Torin
Everything I love
Becomes the roots underground
Become the leaves falling off of the limb
I watch a nightfall with no stars
And the face in the moon
Only frowns
Everything I love
Goes away

It isn't cold enough
But I am dead yet?
I find fire
My anger burns this forest to total ash
Because you couldn't see the forest for the trees
And you could never see outside yourself
Until I destroyed you

Everything I love
Goes away

— The End —