the black bird

i have stood beneath the purple skies and called for the birds to land - i have called for the skies to clear and the clouds to drop into the palm of my hand

it is without a dream that i have woken from a dark place to see the future of the this land, in death - i have called out the names of every god in a world of silent demons and begged their quick mercy

i am without a conscience, i am without a heart - i am that of the dust that of the dreams that of the terrors in your sweet black sleep