• Reaper


    Grim one speaking
    A sitting populace put away
    Chatter placed into a cup

    Raising arms like the sentient god
    The bones welcome with not warmth but
    Aura freeing these cast systems

    Like the willow'o'wisp
    It kisses the air with glowing fritter

    Like a tide
    Reaching hands by light blue
    Its deep blue brother stalking just behind

    Like victim
    A childhood abandoned her
    World fleeted in white
    Arms guard and knotting hairs between fingers

    Like bulging flowers
    Their innocence spites your eyes
    A child found lost lost again

    Like the dark
    Angel whom carries none from the wild fire

    We break when the hurricane comes
    Should carpenters not lie

    We fall where the broken picture frame lays
    Pick them up while pricked and bled

    Carry this weight with you