Written In Gold

Don’t think you areknow you are gold.Though the worldopposite has it told. The battles we fighteveryday they makeweak a hope deep in,we question our fate. Gold accentuates togrow and to glow itrounds corners faceand erases all the shit. Dip your words in agolden fluid on paper.All that dwells of hellunder deal with later. I’ll be…

Crumbled

You fracture inward,tortured is smashedyour intelligence allhappy has crashed. Caved in has reason,I see you fair a seasonhas crept upon us alland to leave is treason. Take my hand dear Ihope you have legs.I appropriate a spatewhere as sinner I beg. You crumble and I’mimperfectly asunder.Let us greet each us weappropriate thunder. Hear the god…