i.
i've fallen into a land
where my vision has shifted,
everything now looks evil and twisted
like the knots in my stomach.

the blood moons drips
onto my ribs--
caging my beating heart.
my soul is on fire,
but i think i'm dead--
dragging the weight of my broken bones
through a forest of hands
hell-bent on ripping out my throat.

doom lingered like dust,
a sky bruised purple
as the silence of bare limbs
slices into me like a blade.
we are boys and girls
in graveyards full of ghosts
with claw marks carved into old stone.

my chest is a catacomb,
a deserted place
trying to find something solid,
but the feeling never stays.
i can't be caged,
i can't be caged,
i can't be caged.

ii.
thumping like a rabbit's foot
hitting the center with an X,
an arrow in the heart.
branches snapped off
like her limbs,
dragging a knife, dripping in blood.
she cried oceans for the moon,
begging her to pull the tides.
a vague prophecy
with a river running red.
what's it from?
what's it from?