Exposed nails on a chalkboard

writhing in Earth, Wind, and Fire

These elements touched by sinners 3.


Trapped voices in a cage

squealing "fly away, fly away"

All wings clipped, torn by thee.


Now heed the song I sing

for travelers starved, we seek

Branded with scars so deep.


A stretch bruised with keys

their legs ripped at the seam

Eyes fall ready to weep.


Lances project dreams abroad

Float in shapes, a triangle of sorts

One cut head, who speaks to me.