rivulets of thought, bearers of pain,
pain of no essence, absurd wishes
wishes with sugar for a sweet tooth
of a tooth fairy with broken wings
wings that ache instead of flying high
high up where my eyes can’t see
the unsightly truth that we once were
werewolves blinded by the moon
moon howlers but with no hair
hairs are not in style nowadays
nowadays neither is faith
in love and in war unfair
unfairly fair becomes at last
at last we are no more
if this thing is fairly painful to read, scratch your eyes out.
