I come to you in pieces, with seams that no thread can mend

It feels so good to reopen these wounds again and again

Heart is racing, punctuating

Stab wounds Trojan horse

Accepted handshake doused in venom

An envoy baring fangs

Feel conditioning constrict with anger

The ground falls away

Smashed apart into a slurry of noise

Coated amber grey

The ideals of Hourai empty sprites

Shot into the glimmer screaming

Somehow you survived

Taught to be riven

And come back alive

Spirits of the dead pry themselves apart

Into ashes, into gray

Nonlinear war between the lines

Gore point opens the grave

Jacking static sunset calm

Balm venom panic white

Arbitrary anatomy

The packets shrapnel writes