A ventricle presented as sour.
so it won’t attract a swarm.
seven years of lying under the soil
gives the strength of gods to those who will accept
When the good sun is vanquished by the dark.
A human with guilt, tries to climb upon us,
what she doesn’t know, can ruin her soul.
ashes of victems I breathe into my lungs.
a ciggerette to numb the impalement.
But she will be looking above, when they are inbetween
Grab her they will. Gratefull they are
A Heart in four pieces-spread across the world.
Some will try to find one but it will not work
unless all together.
I will retrogress to a stature and wait untill time will make the earth.
Nor I will fight for a mirror.