please excuse the broken winged messenger
due to a vulnerability that clouded my sight
but your radiance gave it away
your. direction.
your. time
its all sublime
roots of that stolen cotton swells within my throat as i stomach your false truth.
you see you cannot hide from me, like me from you
i wont allow you to see it in my eyes
i wont allow you to hear it in my voice
you cant taste it on my skin as i do with you
your mask is crooked and chip
and i only wish to rip it off to reveal
the retired magician within the midst of his disastrous last trick
all that status
and for what
to shrivel away on the worldly stage of hopeless deceit and lies
why must you insist on picking up that retched dagger strong and made to kill all that is
all that was
becoming
worthless nights
wasteful words
and bloody hands
Freegrandmaa 