fox devil
The sun rises on a beautiful day. The scent of morning dew, its viscera sprawled out, I can feel it, myself rotting, my dreams have spoiled.

The sun sits upon a beautiful day. I cant think about my future anymore. Cinders crawled from my eyes and blossomed into fireflies. Screaming to the clouds, laying me out in the garden, as the grass covers my face.

The warmth from a blanket, that was never there. Vision that fractured into diamonds, a bloom of mine, decomposed by a life that was never mine. I know this answer, is not the one I'm looking for, but I am cold, and fire is fire.

The moonlight's illumination, casted its grace in beams of light, across the embers of my fireflies, all the better to see, their fractal wings of paper, burning to their flames of ambition. Maybe next time, I will bloom into something beautiful.
The sun rises on a beautiful day. The scent of morning dew, its viscera sprawled out, I can feel it, myself rotting, my dreams have spoiled.

The sun sits upon a beautiful day. I cant think about my future anymore. Cinders crawled from my eyes and blossomed into fireflies. Screaming to the clouds, laying me out in the garden, as the grass covers my face.

The warmth from a blanket, that was never there. Vision that fractured into diamonds, a bloom of mine, decomposed by a life that was never mine. I know this answer, is not the one I'm looking for, but I am cold, and fire is fire.

The moonlight's illumination, casted its grace in beams of light, across the embers of my fireflies, all the better to see, their fractal wings of paper, burning to their flames of ambition. Maybe next time, I will bloom into something beautiful.