• Walking In The City



    Walking In The City

    ALONG THE VOID WITH GRISLY VOICES,

    AND FLICKERING LIGHTS.

    LET THE RAZOR SPEAK…

    ON YOUR WRISTS THIS TIME…

    LET THEM WEEP

    WHERE YOU HOWL TO BE FREE OF THEM.

    FREE OF HOW THEY HOLD YOU UP AND BEND NOT BREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF IT.

    DO YOU SUFFER MY STAIN?

    YOU HAVE NOT FATHERED ME LIFE…

    YOU HAVE NOT MOTHERED ME LIFE…

    YOU HAVE STOOD AND WATCHED THESE CRIMES AGAINST ME WITH AN OCEAN OF INDIFFERENT STARS.

    AND HIDDEN ME UNDER INK BLACK NIGHT SO CARS WOULD PASS ME, BABBLING OF DESTINATIONS, UNWILLING TO WAIT.

    THAT TORTURE THOUGH HACKED AND ILL HUMORED…

    IT WAS MINE.

    UNLIKE THIS NORMALCY I SEEK NOW.

    THE SALT, SUCKED SINS (I ASSUMED TO BE PAST TIMES) THROUGH TEARS IN ONE STROKE AND DRIED THEM SO THEY WOULDN’T COME.

    AND COMPOSURE,

    THE BEGGER,

    OF

    TIDES TO STOP COMMING, BUT THEY CAN’T…

    PEACE TO RAIN, BUT IT WONT…

    PEOPLE TO SEE, BUT THEY DON’T

    SO, IN QUICK CRUEL LIGHT,

    WHAT LINES SHALL I TRACE, WITH BLOOD?

    WHAT BLOOD SHOULD I LET, WITH STEEL?

    UN CARVED SKIN,

    LIKE THE THICKEST OF FROSTS,

    BEGS TO BE CLEAVED…

    LEST IT REVEAL A MAIDEN…

    OR BEAST