(bent and broke)

Apr 19

Written By WURRM .

Here I sit -

(bent and broke), I take the pen and I provoke

these drizzled words right up in smoke.

To break the bough of my glimmering mind

I ask you to Slice me in nature, right down my spine.

Crimson flash and gnarled ash, here are the pains of my fantasy whiplash.

To be clear and crisp, I must take from the Eucharist.

Such to be this bright hot knife that slithers skin with a quickened delight.

Bend the beaks of all the crows, make the masters kings of foes.

Forever fearful of this night.

Trust deceived, I cannot bite.

what.

is.

Vast Servitude