expressing ourselves in the only way we can

You may think you’re alone if you hide from the shadows

You can bury bones but not the souls

The two red suns in the sky will be the light to build your pyre

They’re my blank and pitiless eyes

Every death brings a bird to this wretched flock

Forever tethered to your life but cursed to only watch

Catastrophe

Repeat until

All those nights he left you and me

There was nothing left of you, but he squeezed

All those times he did what he pleased

Boy, those scars must really run deep

And all that hurt comes out in one scream

And it pierced him like the paper receipt

That you got that time you went for food

Because we saw too far before they were ready to

And I found no sense of gain to bear the cost.

Comfort comes to those with faith in mysterious ways,

Sometimes people are mean

So I used to hide in the washing machine

But my legs kept on growing

And I got to knowing

That I wouldn't fit anymore

Sometimes I still go back

So please

listen and you'll

understand me when I sing--

the breeze whistling thru

parts of me nobody's ever seen

We are of kind, creature.