The winds of purgatory sweep hair from your eyes.
Farewell to the sky.
Enclosed in your sorrow-filled mind.
The birth of a reason litters me with grief.
Head hung low, hungered death unfolds.
I will stab thee into submission.
With one’s wings unfolds unshaded vanities.
Fireflies lie in wait to engulf our tormented maladies into serenity.
Watch your tongue in dreams.
Goblets of grief swallowed in dark.
Watch me bequeath thy remains.
This knife in my throat for deliverance.