constrict

when every turn seems deadly
and every streets so dark that shadows hide inside the cracks
failed to tolerate.... so fucking transparent
bottled up for so long that its running over the edge
mop it up with my shed skin....
free'd myself from its strangulation
the feeling is so familiar.....
walking dead ....
 a zombie looking for the fuel to reignite its own dying organs
somehow the world seems tiped ... broken axis
motion sick ... nautous from the downward spiral
overcast .... augmented clouds suspended in vertical sanctities
merging delicately on an unrelenting sky 
winding down .... division of sight
murder by neccesity and rage
clip there wings at the base of there back
burn the wounds ..... seal them from ever growning back
condemed to walk the streets among the shadows
copper taste of our betrayal
demon eyes ... remorsefull and unassumeing
pulling at the viens bleeding from my severed wings