"Letter to the Lost"
Into the mirror, the convex lense, the flash flood attention injects in your head like a drug. Those pretty little bulbs above your bathroom mirror that allow you to glow for hours. Those pretty little boys that walk by with their eyes locked into your mind. You wish to be found but your lost somewhere very dark. The third person you’ve become as you look onto yourself padlocked. No control over what slips from those poutie red lips, you’re just sitting still escalating setting scales on the ground by the nighmares melting growl. The planets and the stars, the moon and the howling wolves is where you lay, using a rock as a pillow and dead yellow grass as a blanket. Broken mirrors, shreds of glass scar the blank expression of your pale white skin. By the firewood is where you sit with the children; the spot where you left your body to the world. I’ve seen thousands drill into temples but very few have made it out alive. I wish you luck in your journey back to this devilish earth.
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