#poetree

Vs...

my Beast and Wirt design :p

He’s stuck in quicksand

Motion sick in standstills

As his chest fills

He reaches out his hands chilled.

Lost now. He’s gone too

His old man introduced him to dog food

And with empty eyes

You wonder if he ever saw you.

He’s gone now he’s long gone

When he lost hope became a pile of bones

Angry at his master

He’d destroy his own throne

He can’t let himself be

Running from himself

Then trip on his own feet

Found himself again over 12 hour sleeps

Tries to climb and finds the sand gets deeper

Selfish in his burdensome in-and-out demeanor he’s stuck in quicksand he’s succumbed to defeat

all alone, all he wanted was we