Pack animals
pick their patriarch
from those that show empathy
for the offspring of others
This hierarchy of dominance
is not based in force
A cadre of cohorts
fill my lungs and
file the ranks
Anarchy our ancestry
Legion our numbers
Alpha our analog
Reflecting strength
in the eyes of even
the weakest here

You think you've broke me,
I got news for you i won't crack
You think i'm at my weakest,
You haven't seen nothing yet
I'm so tired of all of your games
One day you've disappeared,
The next you're reclaiming your fame
You were the one person that was there,
Gone in a blink of an eye,
Its obvious you had little to no care
So please just leave me be,
Let me set these broken pieces of eternity free
Please stop saying what you think I want to hear,

Come see life buds as tucked in bed
as soon as winter showed its head,
but I, with my younger siblings
wake to take up what winter brings.

Generous clouds, those full of rain
soon have washed the seasonal pain,
the snow flakes fall, the snowman sings,
"wake to take up what winter brings."

And when the sky is almost clear,
there shall be more to smell and hear;
the rainbow's hanging with no wings,
wake to take up what winter brings.

To raze that I built.
Scraped up lives in my fingernails.
So many germs that live there.
Lived there....purposelessly.

Obvious, intently, Intrinsic
with calculated boredom that fucks empathy.
Monotonously.
Over and over.
Dried up empathy, bone in
shredding the walls
I once stood by in my youth.

She smelled of dry blood.
Tasted of dead fertility.
She was all to me.