Pick Your Poison

Stale Winds Washed Away

snake oil sundays
guide this empowerment
to new plateaus
and here i've been
just hoping to stay up

dont come back
and joy might fester
or instead
might i just run
ahead

something quivers
in depths unhinged
by all departure
of faith and
malice

the darkened magics
of psychosis incarnate
weave like webs
that cover
my blind eyes



then dawn approaches
and she's gone






this is where
new smiles
are born