Crown wearing
Contradiction
Closed, open doors
Behind these walls
Trails to dust
Bile you swallow
Resounding in
My deep sleep
Too close to them
Suspended
Awakened by
A deep splash, cold
He’s coming near
Heavy dawn
Lines of eyes
Over my head
I am still the
Barking dog
Too close to them
Suspended
Stench of dreams
Absorbing, made flesh
Proclaiming the newborn blood
Impatient, hungry
Let all waste
Keys align
And you disperse
Fields of waves
Pointing to their graves
Tears of coal
Trace maps with swords
Weight of rays
Coming near, damp black
Bitter blowing
Through your skull
Too close to them
Suspended
