HOME | DD

Description
Stabbing the paper wall till it broke into a savaged forest too crushed to burst out a life.
Sun is weeping but you sit in your hotel room with spinning thoughts of tomorrow, but don't you
know it is tomorrow. The mocking bird is showing it's bones and the little girl lifted her skirt to reveal the scars
of mother earth. Dying like halted soldiers this moving being is walking back and forth
wishing the world upon someones feet. To scream and ache at the sorrows of the past, to their tiny regrets that
are burning welts onto it's ribcage but it's moving. From it's upward and downward motion you are breathing and each
movement is too shock too damned to grope a solid reassured day that your fears growing and your heroes never were ones.
The lose of a heated battle still leaves marks on the walls, and the wrinkles of your crinkled face
when your parents would fight. Drums are sounding, lies are spiraling toward you and the suffocating answers are
immersed in the water. Begging to be closer arms reach out only to be torn by the captivation of this memory.
Faces are turning into a melted lot and their muscles and bones are wearing thin but disheveled nerves are forming
awakening into this blue, drawing it's self into altered directions. A flush of red approaches the tears a carved matter
brings the brain into a state of submerged awakening. While the bodies are sounding off, a bruised up cry is letting
it's self asunder. The assemblage is socially unaware of it's potential, but something is braking. Your skull is pulsating
knowing depths of your fears and silence is arching it's back farther down. Thoughts breach outward. Shadows bombard
the space between your open skull and the hotel room a deeper self crawls out and the animal within is a black panther hissing at
the realm of your space, with brushed animosity it becomes
ashes
blowing out
into the broken window
of this
hotel room.

Description
Stabbing the paper wall till it broke into a savaged forest too crushed to burst out a life.
Sun is weeping but you sit in your hotel room with spinning thoughts of tomorrow, but don't you
know it is tomorrow. The mocking bird is showing it's bones and the little girl lifted her skirt to reveal the scars
of mother earth. Dying like halted soldiers this moving being is walking back and forth
wishing the world upon someones feet. To scream and ache at the sorrows of the past, to their tiny regrets that
are burning welts onto it's ribcage but it's moving. From it's upward and downward motion you are breathing and each
movement is too shock too damned to grope a solid reassured day that your fears growing and your heroes never were ones.
The lose of a heated battle still leaves marks on the walls, and the wrinkles of your crinkled face
when your parents would fight. Drums are sounding, lies are spiraling toward you and the suffocating answers are
immersed in the water. Begging to be closer arms reach out only to be torn by the captivation of this memory.
Faces are turning into a melted lot and their muscles and bones are wearing thin but disheveled nerves are forming
awakening into this blue, drawing it's self into altered directions. A flush of red approaches the tears a carved matter
brings the brain into a state of submerged awakening. While the bodies are sounding off, a bruised up cry is letting
it's self asunder. The assemblage is socially unaware of it's potential, but something is braking. Your skull is pulsating
knowing depths of your fears and silence is arching it's back farther down. Thoughts breach outward. Shadows bombard
the space between your open skull and the hotel room a deeper self crawls out and the animal within is a black panther hissing at
the realm of your space, with brushed animosity it becomes
ashes
blowing out
into the broken window
of this
hotel room.