Fingers on a tree,
touching death,
seeing me,
and all the broken atempts I’ve made,
arms in a coat,
running long,
healing slow,
with all the broken attempts I’ve made,
mask on a face,
feeling breath,
watching my chase,
and all the broken atempts I’ve made,
Neck on a rope,
tightly tied ,
feeding crows,
erasing the atempts I’ve made
Don’t touch the dead boy,
just throw out the broken toy