The Opening

there will be no nights that eat my soul
quenching its hunger with my lust for life
there will be no winters buring my flesh under white glitter
under pale sky that burns like a thousand suns
there will be no grass entering my veins
children of the woods, predators from rich soil
there will be no bird eyes reflecting my life in the eternal ponds
buttons and cotton, birds made of straws

there will be no secret gardens
no marble goddesses awaiting my wake

if these eyes stay closed
and sewn with my fears
if these mouth stay shut
to choke on rotten blood