The sound from your lips
fall like tiny crystallized
dew drops
frozen in a frame of time,
breaking like crystal ***** around me;
my future is a wide gaping mouth
like a fog hiding bodies
in its murky depths.
When will we stop pasting
false religions across our skins,
branding our bodies with the disguised
beliefs of someone else?
We lay still and motionless,
time starts again
and your ending words
splatter the insides of my
ears.