Stage

Lead, seventy pieces in the sky.

Falling to brown earth it makes the question why.

Shotgun. Stop, run. Give it what you gotta do.

When that silver daemon bears its claws and fangs to you.

Claw up the cliff, the crass brazen scythe is short to fall.

The stuff lipped out by the edge keep sick to lonely crawl.

This is the only nation, watch the green blood’s silent trail,

The proof of cold-veined murder lies inside your chance to fail.

Stock bought, you thought but thrown under lock and key.

Tamed straining starlights hidden blurs inside of me.

Derail the train that barrels all that bulk and bone.

Think you’re accompanied but in truth; you’re all alone.

Red bones crack blue and the white is in the stars,

Whereas the golden eagle is the metal of your bars.

Heartbeats beat fast just as you couldn’t outrun time.

The hearts that groove the movement feeling dusk and subtle crime.

Twitch skin hurts stone, such insensitive cool mass.

The finger flicks and ditches it in one heavenly blast.

Stars crush. The eye is quicker than my silver tongue.

The death cuts by that single motion, leaving me, red wrung.

Easy is the sudden culprit of simplicities sweet ease.

That simple zealous bend shot that I pressed into the breeze.

Black light that fights to keep those very words alive

A complicated molded head to let the old arts die.

The grey space shifts into the barren hands of solemn mood.

Flood deadly traces into brittle fingers of old.

Stark breathing fold the flaps of mortal history

That shining in the depths of time, long appealed to me.

Final bloody breaths of mutiny, strengthening my soul.

I fall back in community and hope dissolves the whole.