This displacement
seems infinite,
as my tongue
ties itself
in knots.
My eyes are blind,
but my mind is dancing.
But it begins to rain.
The Slaughter itself,
is inevitable.
I am just a seed.
Lifeless.
Ready to bloom
into another cycle.
Where I become
tainted
with the blood of my soul
whom seldom bleeds.
I leave a trail
drop
by drop
of pieces
of a puzzle
we call life.
Stained are
the clouds around me
with the words
I can never find..