Mind screeches and grinds in a smattering a scattering of lost thoughts, so crazy yet so static
Moving a thousand miles an hour to nowhere, worrying about every last moment
pedantic
It's a bird burst in my mind, feathers out my ears and a screaming dying sound coming out of my eyes
It's last wishes, hopes and dreams tattooed to the inside of my skull
I reach in, pull it out
No you can't die no not yet, you had so much to live for so much and yet
You burst into being and out all at once within my head and now you're dead, blood pours out my eyes sticky and red
So many places you could have gone and sang your song to those who'd listen to the stories of kings and queens and chivalry and destiny
But apparently your destiny was to die an idea within my mind
paying no mind to the ones that lived there
peacefully until you sent gory shrapnel through their bodies
Reality or the possibilities therein embedding in bone and sinew
Lying dormant until you awake in spirit haunting victims burning their scars and scalding their souls
Carving their hearts out until bloody holes
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