I dont want to ask anymore of you
for your heart is gold
your intentions good
but i still feel misunderstood
as if we see through common holes
the generic binds of tortured souls
I feel, as though the water stopped.
The rusted tap won’t drip
I am not one size fits all
but I’m a glove thats stretched to fit..
“Silver moon, scattered skies an empty path and a fearless heart
with nothing to trust no laws to restrain the black mare bucks in a crackle of flame
The dendroids line our way, their swaying reaches that I swiftly evade
Through a meandering night howls a metallic scream voicing attempts to escape the constant binding of dreams”