Lucid dreaming swans
Perched high upon
Delicate snow branches
Wide eyed, watching
Me
I spit at the roots of your sanctuary
I stand naked as the black bull
Paces
The bullring encircled by flame
He is confused and I
Am lost
He kicks the dirt
And I throw silk purple
Flowing thunderstorm rain
Mockery into his face
I twist in a beautiful
Smirk at death veronica
And I feel the breeze of ****** horn
On my neck
Yes, I am scared
Neither of us will make it out
Alive
He tastes my cape
And I choke on his dust
He stands confused
And I am lost
Why must we keep
Charging and twirling
All of our lives?
We sweat encircled in
Hell flame
Thinking about why it's all
So unfair
Then prepare for the next
Brutal goring or
Brilliant silk tornado
While the swans slumber delicately
Upon the canopies
Of brittle trees
I'd rather be here
Than up there