that tall figure ☆☆☆ fikss

I cannot be

That tall figure

I cannot be

That hand

I will hold and i will care 

But what about

This flesh and soul

I cannot always stuff

fences and metal gates and thorns

Into my blood and bone marrow

Like an insect

I bleed hollow

That tall figure

Is my slow descent to red

And a sticky face of metal

And high black spears cutting into earth

A bloody breath and a black birds eye

Watching you sleep from my dark corner of the room

Black as the middle of my eye