I need a miracle
House of cards
Just fell.

I need a baseball bat
Straight out
Of hell

I don't need anyone
My eyes
Would swell

I don't need love
Or the side lies,
The shells

I need a weapon
Pray to god
for seven

These crystals make a shard of glass.

I need a beast,
Head up, straight up,
Artiste

I need to wonder
Not where to put
The bodies

They will all cease to exist.

Cross their names all at once and off my list.

deep breaths, wide smile, unclench the fist.

It's okay, it's alright, nothing you've missed.

These crystals make the frozen grass.