I will die in this forest of gray.
Growling, craving,
gnawing on callused hearts for their heat.
Appendages clawing,
reaching to the point of breaking for the
soft floating seraphs
that hang in the sky
like slats of meat,
left for the beasts to salivate
and hunger for the meat of their own.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
I will die in this forest of gray.
Growling, craving,
gnawing on callused hearts for their heat.
Appendages clawing,
reaching to the point of breaking for the
soft floating seraphs
that hang in the sky
like slats of meat,
left for the beasts to salivate
and hunger for the meat of their own.