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..