Strings tugged so the puppet smilesScreaming from your quiet wilesRage encased in false perceptionCondensed and sent in my directionThe difference here is one of witWhere you see magic, I see shitWhere you feel union, I feel smotheredBy ancient mythos long uncoveredReading my feelings and feeling my thoughtsMight be the only belief you’ve gotTo hold on … Continue reading Poem – I don’t envy the hawk