crows take off off the roof
and its violent,
its red
no ones waiting for me
and im not waiting for anyone either
hey, runaway, yes you, i mean you over there
hey, runaway, hunt me down
fight with the ache while you read
this isnt a suggestion,
but more of an order
worship something thats worth the trouble
worship something
YOU CANT TRUST YOURSELF
remember
the devil is after you, shes on eyelevel
shes coming for blood
and its gotta be yours
darkness approaches alone
apollo, i say, lend me a feather
i will make it up to you
nothing can fix this mess
turn it into a quill and spill all the ink and more,
spill it over your bleeding body
turn your blood a violent purple
its what you would have wanted
i have a soft spot
for the terrible, unforgivable that is the universe
i tell you starboard and you dont fucking listen
you feel more like an omnipotent god than a single man in a two room apartment
its for the better to have someone to give the knife to, when you feel like making dinner is just one big accident waiting to happen to your vessels
this is barely news
because you come full circle every morning with sweetness of bitter coffee and revenge
i dread my existence, i say, just before i wake up in green grass and beneath green sky
i took a wrong turn about 17 miles east from here
i only know because the weather report matches the rain on my lips
your name feels like a viscous beast eating you whole,
raw,
maniacally
sleep on drenched stone next time i do your dirty work
these unapologetically unwinded creatures
i want to be them
put your heart aside, this is not about us, either
skinned waists hurt like love in the saddest ways
