Orchestral mantis

Seeing you,

Adorned in others

Depleted while thriving inwards

Exhausted of turbines and rusted engines

It was like I had known you

Even when I had abandoned my eyes

And to crave for that which I razed

The fragance of immature chained seeds

Speaking to your granite sealed ears

Screaming organs splattering

On your clutched hands...

Incoming comas...

I was there covered in fog

Was I to know then

How much I lingered on who we were

For lack of a space to breathe

Paceless I left marks of poisoned gas

To where one last poppy burned

Was I flower, was I lie?

Not to you could I be again...

Did you make for me a window

Leading to dry wells

Or a hole on my today

To see me undressed in that path

Of mute aching soulbroken past?