prophecy

you’re afraid, a fraud and a slave,
you’re a flake but not the snow kind at any rate,
a slow wind is now once upon another time,
picking off singed skin,
licking wounds that were never mine,
not my burden to carry, my chameleon wings
flutter and burn as a phoenix brings,
a seventh wake, floating on an ocean
deeper than a plasticated meditative state
replica slate, a particular wait weights,
writing on silicone walls of written fate,
rewritten with the same, too little too late,
not again, oh the shame, another lame maim,
contradicts every heartbeat you ever made,
every syllable created,
apparently wrapped up in only my name,
became an empty heaven,
a paradise lost to eternal blame,
your promise demolished,
as if I was dirt in your way,
slay me away in a day after years in the stay,
a protective display defending come what may,
our blessings and dreams
everything turns to soured cream,
and I hate the taste of your name in my pray,
I’m sick to my back teeth of nonchalant seeds,
and once where we were everything,
our souls just now bleed.