ruling the monsters

shallow haven heaving breath,
heathen stealth, pensive, intense,
broken looking back glass black dipped in a white lens,
killed the master now he’s dead,
trembling ends in him who was meant to be my end,
level up, clearing stages,
collecting mends:
in a perpetual state of self-defense,
it’s the stain of human madness
bubbles filling up with emptiness
in an attempt to forget

if only he knew
he has a fistful of clues,
these monsters and witches he permanently mutes,
his face shines dew
whilst he cuts them through,
clean in two,
nothing to lose,
trapping beats i sit bemused,
fating feuds: fused moods,
all eyes on me all hands on you,
getting all lost up in helium balloons