this is thanksgiving. the kiyoko will understand.

[muketsu_karasu]

Boody Roots

it means nothing as
it means everything
the drunken brawl that is my sleep
close your eyes and it will burn
the broken tree that will not fall
tear its bark and it will bleed
feed its roots the milk of prey
soiled wings take your flight
rotten fruit break your fall
the rusted cadance that will not sing
poison flowers that taste of life
feel the naucia trace your chin

so thats my shitty poem. or not really a poem mostly lines of my crappy thanksgiving strung together. it seems undone.