Wilted Moon

I offer my indisposed shell to the contorted shadows lingering across my room

Besides them the only eyes fixed on me are my own tears flowing obsessions in the mirror

Gripped with stiff hands

I relinquish my right to live amongst the sea of entitled mannequins

Futile attempts to rise into the sky leave me perilous and dry

Haunted by the clergy I chose

Let me go, I wish to decompose

Constricted by crippling insecurity

Without the Sun I live

The aether calls, to relieve the earth of my wasteful existence

When the Sun is buried beneath the hills, ethereal winds pull my desire to the blackened skies

Moonlight guide thy hand and tie thy rope

Without the Sun I die

The aether calls, to relieve the earth of my wasteful existence

When the Sun is buried beneath the hills, ethereal winds pull my desire to the blackened skies

Moonlight guide thy hand and tie thy rope

Discover me in the woods I explored as a child

My neck hung from the thickest branch for the flocks to feast on the brain matter representing untapped potential

Feet suspended a mere inch above the dirt

Leaving enough space for rodent swarms to chew upon the limbs that could never walk to the pedestal set

Day by day I wither away

Blissfully into the ether I stray