walking with mirrors
you've been carried peculiar
as if only surface movement
t'was all i understood.
effortless stems- each tether
begins to wilt
vultures suckle at your security.
but let's remember-
i've been used to knives
quite like stars collecting distance
but you refuse the car
and i am to declare king.
my companions are great morals
in a cult of social greyness
all baggage gets left behind.
and you've been losing velvetine.
accusing doves of adultery's
the same as plucking them dry.
but let's remember-
i've been used to knives
quite like stars collecting distance
but you refuse the car
and i am to declare king.
these vespas carry serf
each wave down me farther
and each stroke for breath
only causes larger waves
to lain me proper:
you salt more wounds
than you know.
but let's remember-
i've been used to knives
quite like stars collecting distance
but you refuse the car
and i am to declare king.
forever terrified
that if hands conjoin;
i'll be fated to swim
abreast shattered glass.














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With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man.
--Balthier, FFXII
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