i wanna see the magpies gouge out your eyes
and take your pupils as their prize
you'll submerge those bloody hollows in holy water
an attempt to numb the pain,
but they'll just keep coming back until those angel wings of yours are torn and stained
s-i-n s-i-n
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-