hoary crow
My eyes opened the seals of fantasy.
Upon them laid the secret of reality.
To be buried under my own landslide.
My crowns are non-existent in real life.
A heart who told its mind to be blind.
Take your first step out of those crutches.
Run after those escaped batches of life.
Because you’ll crash yourself to sleep.
The clocks run faster each cog twitch.
It was quick after five blinks.
I woke up in my own lungs.
Saw myself breathing to death.
Crunching leaves to spike myself.
All-natural flavours make me appreciate nature.
A punching pain seeps into my aching heart.
There’s a tree growing within my physical heart.
Hums from the barks and branches.
An orchestral mash of lessonless lectures.
I sit and moan regarding my own defectives.
Until I take in one gulp, I am now prophetic.
As I convulse and collapse.
The collaged and cold floor hugs me.
Comforts me, all the while chokes me.
It is all beautiful for my relapsing melody.
tepid crest