doom the herd

in the pasture where we eat 

you scream to me 

my cascs toward my head 

bang it 

until its rich

an animal lost in the pasture 

it wont reach the preacher 

until they're lain in the same sheets. 

i made this, soft, cotton, skin

youre crying 

crying like 

youre the one the one fragilized 

the one losting their wool 

the one eating the grass of the past 

bittersweet

im awake, asking myself 

would i leave it 

like 

do you 

wanna do?

the little lamb begains to bargain 

it bargans 

on the ceilling.