a murderous low
watching a ****** of crows
in a dangerous glow
pouring from my mind

thoughts left in kind
walked the centuries blind
carrying memories to remind

there's no place else to go
home never grows
the kids never knows
till the end of time

there's a sky
on fire, for him to breathe
sun is only bone and desire  
with no tongue to speak

there's a hollow
with a heart to keep
if you follow
you'll find the words to read

in that sleep,

here i am
in a murderous low
dreaming out the window
of a view left behind

another shadow,

as i imagine his soul
breaking the shine
smoke circles in a blow
ready to remind

why the mirror never fades
and i keep staring
at my own face
looking for an empty space
to fill my tears

howling for a breath
a flower inside my head

a rose that is dead
for a fear of thorns
those appear dear

and then,

killing him as he wept
burning me inside
where he's kept
not yet ready to breed
leave my head

stranger things have happened
at the orion belt
as far to me
as you've been ourselves
in ways

as near to me
when the night has slept
with a murderous low
and a crown that melts

sitting idle,
always.