stash me, a grip knock door haunts me
we can hide and seek me
as elements ascend from the floor
and shake hands with the psyche
lash me, stock pile of humanity crush me
we can fly and die me
try to ascend to a celestial opening
and fall to a black hole sarcastic
its branded in my brain
a cross breed angel wing serial killer
will you trust a shadow, risk nail bites
will you trust a shadow, lose eye sight
gather together, flock like birds
carry us to a we and lose the ego
with this we could build a skyline
fly by, and highlight our day beautiful |