Jul 19
violent thoughts
circle the carcass
like the vultures
in my dreams
dancing on the
naked grass
feasting on the
spoils of sorrow
ever hungry for the
fading conscience
uncovering rules
of my addiction
I have lost the will
to wake up and be
conscious
snow clad isms
are melting
preying on the
headless corpses
fractured flesh
infects the grieving
scriptures
at last the storms
have come to collect
the forest
but they won't
come and listen
potent remedies
bury the silences
sowed in bones
lessons of religion
of the man
burning in the
distance
he's been cut
with precision
his toothless grin
battling sciences
I can see the sun
set in his eyes
he'd rather sleep
until the end of the
world
