Think. Of the days when I had too much. Of the things we found. Resistance died down. Fell on frozen soil. . Bleed a little for a different day. Going deeper to come away.
I sense infliction in the air. It's only me. I'm fucking up old times. It's a remembrance. . Oh this. Black session in my mind. Oh the black. . I was too weak to fight.
If you didn't know. All the moments. When I lose myself. I would tell the world. I'm catching flies by now. Speaking to someone. Breaking the windows.
Black theatre of love. Violet dancers cast their blood. The moon gave me flowers. For funerals to come. 12 shapes bow before her. I am still one of them.