#mikeyjector

“The seeds have long been sewn beneath my skin and I’ll let whatever grow through keep me warm during winter.

I’ve poured Jameson as many times as it’s rained. I’ve let the pain replenish my bad truths. I stand before a mirror instigating the man seducing my mind into playing you like a pianist performing their first song on a holy night.

Judgement has come and gone without a word to end the exhausting silence. I waited patiently only to act in betrayal. Now I’m staring at the screen, hailing distance at the glory of times past as my halo spins around my horns.”

I’m on my way to death and  I'm in love with the scenery.  Land and ocean kiss.  Birds kiss over land.  My body never leaves the ground and  my hair grows into roots.  My voice carries a song  as I walk to meet Osiris,  remembering that during my walk   from life to death, I was  in love with the scenery.