If you could turn the sky inside out 

In a weary attempt to match the dirt 

But you left it all turn about 

Reach out and grab the edges of the skirt 

Of the clouds who hum the stories 

Of legends covered in worries 

To help treat those who are undefeated from the dark blood 

Blurs of sunlight 


Seep into the ground  

Gather a necklace of rust 

Only can it be found 

After your nails fall off into dust 

From scratching your way through the dirt 

To the center of the universe. 


Kiss your knuckles 

War paint stained eyes 

Lead to your own capsize



  • Author: Habibi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2016 19:25
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41

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