i wish to live a life maybe just slightly less plagued
by thoughts of alchemist spitfire and dull turncoat blades
of martyrs manning palpits, ballistas littering the treelines
and the whetting of steel against my broke, brittle spine
i wish to remain until the warmth ends winter rains
to see spring turn to summer and autumn slowly to winter again
til' i drown in my anxiety and choke on each falsehood that i'm fed
til' all these darkened thoughts are cut sloppily from my head