image by Jeanfan
We fight for
What's right in our mind
Contesting against
Judas's of time
Those who lurk
And swallow dreams
Then gulp it down
What a pretty pill they swallowed
Here you sit
Quivering,
Blood pulsing, head thumping
Stomach rumbling
Throbbing
Aching
For you are starving to become you
Red Ebony
