one--two--covered streams,
staining palms of the undiscovered,
they have holes in ears--for you--their mouths are wide--wide--open--!
yet they hide 'neath tender shield.
peekaboo, I don't see you.
for the flowers cry not for the see-ers,
but for the cut and tears.
bite into your wrist,
and watch the ache and finished work flow,
into ******* and tired vocab,
as it is merely zilch you're destined to grow.
wide--wide open,
yet you bawl not,
how will you get your food now, O dear?
simply let the ocean run hot.
they will not bother with whiners,
whose lips that starve,
the words now old timers,
and the blood that was carved.
dig deep--dig deep, my love,
and find nothing but ash.
die penniless--die penniless, O dove,
and thrive on the sunken ****.
they drink eulogies,
from soft gray tongues,
and murmur carelessly,
for the young-uns.
the world won't wait--
forever moves it--
**** the weak--the hard workers,
and take up the one shot-ers.
simply how the horse drinks it's water,
and how the earth soaks in rain.
nothing--nothing--nothin' but minor,
and disappointing.
simplicity rings the loudest bell,
and thought sings drooping tunes.
for the world hides not and tells.
and blossoms melt in places anew,
merely brainless--brainless--!
and the shield slips from blue.
for now the world is clear,
and doesn't care for the sanguine ruin in those eyes,
let your work fade--let your work fade, my babe,
play peekaboo a little longer, and drag the sword between the lies.
Even if you feel undiscovered, drag the sword between the lies and bloom them anew.