Edit from Eye in my Glass
Gathers around the orfice of the soul's well
One throws back his hood to speak:
"The screams of the victim
sounds a thousads leagues away.
The starving child's final groans
no longer phase you.
When you cover your ears,
when you shut your eyes,
You suffocate Us.
This is what you do.
This is what you do to Us."
They begin to shed their rags,
Their beautiful petals of red
To stand there as naked,
ashy skins in shades of grey,
in all their october glory,
Autumn leaves hang on by a thread
Ready to fray in the breeze
They begin to dive deep into that black iris
You shut out their screams with another blink
And drown those forbidden thoughts
In the fluid of a solitary tear
Drink from that well
As you tug that razor-blade-pulley- down your arm
to uproot buckets of red