Bruised clouds haunt us now
They thunder through our veins
The snares splice us open
Our blood has turned to rain
We try to stay together
These gypsies we've become
But trekking through the ruthlessness
We disappear one by one
Voices slowly trail off
Into the rabbit hole
Every bridge we come across
Is being dismantled by trolls
The trees only offer fruit
Laced with cyanide
And the ache of your memory
Is all that reminds us we're alive
The owls offer no wisdom
They hiss and gnash their teeth
They carve epitaphs into our flesh
At night, when we're asleep
Horseflies swarm around them
Lured by the stench in their jaw
Damn these sadistic beacons
That deny home and forbid Oz
They pepper the sky above us
Like the geese in the Fall
Yellowed eyes with molting wings
Circle like starving vultures now
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