#prophetcore

the eyes, ever watching, the heart too bloody and the heat too loud

the eyes, always watching, everything from everywhere and nowhere

the eyes, unceasing, smooth and slick is the way of the days

the eyes, now blind, forgiveness became sin

there is a god standing in the street outside
xe looks at you with eyes too sharp
and a mouth too quiet yet whispers all the same
xe points to the forest presenting a choice
the walls of the house close in
follow xem
you will not move from your window
follow xem
you know that divinity only leads to madness

it comes earlier each year

the yearly ritual of unbecoming

the sun going red

and the birds circling in the sky

they have come to pick you clean

and the persecution commences

stripping away anything that cannot be seen

carelessly carving away too much

the blood crawling into your lungs

something passes by your garden

as twilight sets in

and compliments how your roses have grown so well

you thank them

you do not mention the bodies

that make the flowers grow so well

as the sun hits it’s zenith 

droning fans pierce the otherwise silent atmosphere 

the usual screams that come from beyond the fence 

are easier to ignore

we held on too hard

now we’re bleeding out on your bedroom floor

there’s something so intimate about this moment

a moment of quiet in which all secrets pass between