wheat prism
to live in a realm,
i'm merely surviving.
on the periphery of life,
a dystopia to thrive in.
where the forbidden stands forgiven,
people feeding on others' misery.
a funeral of benevolence,
driving to the cold cemetery.
while on the other side of the town,
are they breeding,
breeding envy, angst, wrath, despair;
to be absorbed in the cruelest fire.
beyond the smoke of the fire spread,
stands you,
you, to who i run,
to seek refuge,
whilst to me, in turn,
you throw cruel, cold, noxious swords,
stabbing me,
grabbing me,
antagonizing me,
hypnotizing me.
i was a vase,
you destroyed me,
destroyed me enough to look at me,
through you.
pouncing from the sting,
i do nothing but roar.
and from your sweaty hands,
i then steal the swords.
i balance the chaos within with the chaos there out,
hence, i swallow those swords in and puke blood out.
i was well-built,
then a shattered vase you made me,
a shattered vase whose shards will,
pierce you,
pierce you enough to make you bleed,
make you bleed enough to well your eyes,
well your eyes enough to shed you dry,
shed you dry enough to turn you,
turn you into the dreadful wreck you made me.
envy, angst, wrath, despair;
these breed in me now while the former me fades.
long forgotten, that corpse to mine lies,
to become one of those who i once forbade.
-kripa
heady warren
steel knoll
azure totem
lilac ocean
light wind
buoyant crag
frosty patio
