The Wreckage Mine

Switchblade witfurrows of mindplanted seeds meI grow maligned. My quest rests Itake quick breathfor the cuts deephearken my death. Adorn sympathyand I’ll cry withyou for I try attaintruthes not myths. Why can’t I go fora day without hurt?Christ above explainsI am but just dirt.  So I’ll catch the tailof a meteor its flash.Fly through space…