Jul 14
violent thoughts
circle the carcass
like the vultures
in my dreams
dancing on the
naked grass
preying on the
headless corpses
fractured flesh
infects the grieving
scriptures
at last the storms
have come to collect
the forest
potent remedies
bury the silences
but they won't
come to listen
there's a man
burning in the
distance
he's been cut
with precision
I can taste his
violent screams
feasting on this
toothless prison
I can tell he's
starving himself
on purpose
I can see the sun
set in his eyes
he'd rather sleep
until the end of the
world
