i may have grown
but my heart got left behind
[screaming and panting and screeching in despair]
my mind brushes itself in the mirror
chanting and wailing
[sweeping sighs and stars in its grievance]
your eyes eclipse my crooked masking
the illusion i've been weaving in the ashes
[of endless nights]
[of mourning and grounding]
[of dancing and sleeping]
of the years i've wasted
and the lips i've tasted
for my heart cried alone
for my mind to adorne
[the deep dark frights]
with the unholy lights
. . .
there is no redemption
for the human shells
so emptied by hate
with hunting innate
. . .
Beasts exist
and the worst are the ones
to slither within a soul
[melt it down, burn it to the ground]
