Beast That Feeds

So of course we in endless need as beasts we feed don’t kneel knee. Superior we all, think we do are; we give no pause, to curse to spar. Cattle afield low, in distant so cold. Bold we control we feel call a soul. World weight kin, fallen once again a self-love wins I am…

Companion

I assume a mind, I’m sure so kind, mindfully see I’m bled from inside. I ponder pillows of scents of rose and I do try hope my mind grows. Though hurt so I rise up I grow but this life blows by in chill snow. I guess vitriol, a vicious ritual, would cry riddle ill…