fast-travel back to home
[i have way more than these, theyre just the ones im most proud of] [also this is scary and hhhhhh]
On the peak
Stand all alone
The clouds are ashen white
The sky wants your lungs
On the peak
Feel a call deep down
The pit under the peak
Its sharp teeth’s stare bleak
On the peak
Lean on your gravestone
The moss is dry gray
It grips your collar bones
When you fall to the pits
It will divide your body in bits
And your gravestone
Will not crumble
Under its own weight
Your gravestone will not crumble
On lonely grave stone peak
Hold me like a grudge
like your fragile flower
I’ll be yours
and you’ll be mine
My moonshine shower
When i’m gone
and you’re still standing
I’ll burrow into your heart
so you’ll always have something
that can hurt
I'm your soft spot
I bruise and blacken with each hit
I'm sorry you can’t bring yourself
to cut off what is left of me
You’re my survivor
I’ll rot with you
Forever
Stained hand again and again
Tell me, is the axe you wield your own?
Is the shield you hold made by your hands?
Or are they someone else's?
Did you live to forage armor?
Or die under your own flag?
Tell me, which would you prefer?
Did you die with your king?
Did your corpse lay rotting?
Did you grow a dogwood together?
If you had the chance, would you have stayed buried?
- questions to self
To forget is to move on
To move on is to stop hurting
To stop hurting is to heal
To heal is to forget
I have never stopped bleeding
From the cracks my tears have etched
And the fragment it tore out of me
Is the piece of heart i gave to you
An axe used only for war and hurt
Will never fit in a carpenter’s hand
The grip is wrong, causing splinters
The wolf is dead, headless on its grave
A soul stained when meant to be clean
white rag soaking up blood on the stones
An alter is built by those very paws
Deep engravings in the fabric now red
A dead knight lays with his red king
Its fur stained and matted - braided
Neck with exposed bone and muscle
From a bloody hand’s unwilling cruelty