How can i stand on two feet with no limbs
Trimmed
Crisp cut?
Nothin' but nubs.
And the sound
Still ain't hit me
'Cause i'm not to be found.
I'm a wounded bird
Never wounded her.
Quite the opposite
I cried at the composite sketch
Her white feathers gone. Too much a threat
I could never let her go.
She needed stitches so I had sew;
My heart was my thread
And I never showed how much I bled.
She fed the emptiness,
Only held to my friendliness.
Wish all I wanted was simple kiss,
Instead embrace of darkness.
And I'm thoughtless
To unknown to be one of the matyrs.
Not as Ravenous as Poe,
Or one sided as Van Gogh.
Live by heart, die by the thought,
Die while the lighter can't spark.
No smoke, all flames.
