and their shadows dim,

time,

the kind to turn boys to men,

lonely only looking for a friend.

reach for fire

gainingredhands

they never heard my crow call,

cawing always drunkenawe.

all i need is them,
a grain of salt

selfinflictions, all my lovers ever saw.

once i loved a thing so pure

self-harmed, so sure.

always knew it was wrong.