ur body is not ur temple
in the
sky you
are the
wretched
man of
earth and
fire
wrecked
by Man
allegedly
wrecked in
the head
by evil
and crushed
into dust
you must
make
yourself
up again
my love
form something
not from
the inside
or out
touch grass
or plant
a garden
you choose
to leave
it all
behind
in the cracks
where light
won’t enter
and madness
grows i
feel sorry
for your
unrealized
beauty
it’s okay
to know
ur place
man
the stars
will still
burn and
we’ll
all be
better
for it
