Bleed out the need
Shriveled tales unravel the raw.
Nothing else can cover the truth I’ve seen
And man what’s in between these faces?
A million other places,
But none suffice.
A Christly passion for the red of all
But with the greed of hearts is where men fall.
No signals strong enough
To chase down this love profound.
Cracked eggs shells move on in form,
Souls cannot help but flee from the wrong warm
And the cold is born.
Inception of this sort creates what becomes worn
So where to turn in light of grease
And sparks.
Caves of old have made their mark
Filled with bones that marrows escaped,
Fell through the cracks
With stripes on the back.

For now there is no forward
Progression halted by an unhealthy obsession.
A self-defeating demon meant no harm.
But even cellular shrapnel
Rips the walls
Of four chambers, water falls
And brawls.

The competition of a thousand Oarks.
Craftsman with inward direction,
But one bird above with thoughts
Of projection.
This woodwork dies quick,
While Richard grows richer.