None of this matters
And none of it’s important
Prey on the corners cut out of their bodies
Lips become the wind
Only passing for a moment
A moment after 2x
Wrapped like tarp on the hymns of
Reading tablets for neck-romantics
You can never run far enough to forget who you are
Take you further than you want to go
I'm in the picture but etched into the corner
I can feel your censor
My deaf ears
I seek an answer
The remedy of Cimmerian substance
Memories shattered like glass
Mouth of a recreant mind-sewn black hole
Dry twigs and bone to be left alone
Away from her to see and what's here before me;
Forming misconceptions of you.
Mind sewn, Blackhole.
And I watched the deviance take you.
Set forth from wings made of wax, dissolve, revolve.
Held together by the wreathe of your lies; I yearn those eyes.
Intuition tangible, but I hope his hand was worth it all.
I'm your scapegoat, a means to an end; Goodbye, my friend