"cerimony" poems
A casket prepared
for me.
Hey! Hey! Look at me,
see the death inside a riverie.
Hanging on a tree,
life is no longer waiting,
my body is baiting
for a popular cerimony.
I practise witchcraftery.
I predict my death near a riverie.
My body is naked,
my skin ripped out,
my eyes turn to blue.
I give my life to all of you.
Life and death at a riverie!
11/11/2014
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC