• Looking into the black pool of an entity unknown.
    The Silver and nitrate where uninformed of holy ones.
    So a scream, so shrill, tears out the most rattled of bones.
    On a cliff too still where bodies had begun.
    Like a serum cooked out of life's tiny palms.
    As a scratch of infidelity turned insults on the bathroom stalls.
    Saying I am not a wonder, I am not human at all.
    Still there is no choice in the loudest of calls.
    Turning heads that roll back and begin to twist out your spin.
    To Hearing flesh crack as a bird devours an inner mind.
    Where are the helpless?
    Where are its flowers?
    As if kindness Killed an innocent bystander pair.
    Whos first kiss was of cherry's to blossoms.
    And the last thing missed was two separate coffins.
    While you see it in the back of the hallows glare.
    No need in panic or time consulting guides.
    Its already there.
    For its not what you don't believe in, or what you smell that rots, but when you get inside comforting curls your whole body seems to numb.
    The cold creeps up it and under your eyes, two little pictures stair back through your time.
    I've seen many times where contradiction has control, but never once did I hold it so.
    Like an unborn child of primitive descent.
    We all know the living, but are they actually there?
    Are you? Am I? Who is really anywhere?
    Chronologically we are stuck in a past, where vultures and bastards do a rituals dance...