Helluv
Faces in the form of a silence
Movements charted through tired eyelids
Stasis in the warmth of a clean head,
I've been throwing expired violet
at the sunset.
When I found home, there was no Hell,
There I found him, casting dry spells.
Drought for a stomach (aching)
Head of fractals (passing)
Hands of branches (moving into the mud)
Molding a home for me (for me)
I saw you already waiting for me,
watching,
warming my head.
I saw you already waiting for me,
watching,
warming my head.
Soon I was surrounded by talking, close my eyes,
It sounded like my friends, leaving.
I saw you already waiting.