Created Damnation

My imagination tinges everything

The reddening dawn in a pool of blood

Red streak shot from my nostril

A thin stream of it into my mouth

Spit on my flesh

My brain and heart are terrible things

I am unclean


Tonight, I’ll pretend to be young

I’ll cut my feet to touch the moon that shimmers with hunger

Skin and organs

Everything I made up

Shining swollen cold moonshine

The clear air in a field

Will put me to sleep

Eye am Afraid ►


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