The transformation yields to no one;
Sugar cube swallowing
to stop the fury and fire dancing.
In your black and white blizzard,
there is a frenzy.
The gray is for all us hollow,
burnt and pricked, suffering the Consequence
and stepping on the broken glass.
You made a home beneath my skin.
I was swollen, but not for long.
I lived within the sun,
the skin, and the soul, It is just now
I found that I've been inside
of a tornado the entire time.
I say, my saving grace,
**** me in and spit me out once more,
Asphyxiate and resuscitate.
The next, you may be unending, on fire.
The flowers may grow again in your footsteps.
You grow and the world follows.
You put the trail through this forbidden wood.
I find myself pacing through its evergreen, ever-lost.
Your wind whips and the blades of grass
cackle beneath the sun, your rays
lash and burn and sting.
I still don't feel a thing.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
The transformation yields to no one;
Sugar cube swallowing
to stop the fury and fire dancing.
In your black and white blizzard,
there is a frenzy.
The gray is for all us hollow,
burnt and pricked, suffering the Consequence
and stepping on the broken glass.
You made a home beneath my skin.
I was swollen, but not for long.
I lived within the sun,
the skin, and the soul, It is just now
I found that I've been inside
of a tornado the entire time.
I say, my saving grace,
**** me in and spit me out once more,
Asphyxiate and resuscitate.
The next, you may be unending, on fire.
The flowers may grow again in your footsteps.
You grow and the world follows.
You put the trail through this forbidden wood.
I find myself pacing through its evergreen, ever-lost.
Your wind whips and the blades of grass
cackle beneath the sun, your rays
lash and burn and sting.
I still don't feel a thing.
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