children of lilith

lead the way, follow a million chatters that soothes the mind. the mountain turns to a dot when brought high up, with mist covering the pinnacle - don't look down, the cloud is like strawberries on a merry field sprouting ponies dancing to the sway of the wind puffing about her last destination. empty gestures says the polite man when a herd stampedes into ripe harvest no longer. the ruins and desolation do not register when a shrug, a nod dismantles feedback. just possessions, no need to be alarmed! the billion chatters now echo inside the head of a man in stupor, with a grin plastered perpetually because this game is so much more fun. falling fast, feels like flying - become a bird, flap around. thin arms mock the wind, whose destination is currently even better than the last, with one message surely lilith must rejoice. here, take this, bag of garbage, whose mind is completely crushed. heart taken by an infinite possibilities for they're all plausible: why bother? to hit the wind when it is the only thing giving. flight, gravity sucks out all the flesh still believing in harmless nothing. the air is thick with venom, the waters below turned to ice for the sea no longer wants to adapt. smash. right at her feet. a groveling dog barks. who goes there? but she is haughty and mighty. stares insolently - tucks this little souvenir where it belongs. deep within layers of honey, blackened with soot. charred out living matter used like cigarettes smoked completely. one last puff, what a drag with one mouth still telling a story.