My love

I followed a scent into the darkness

Its grab on me sounded like fresh rain on patient soil

Flesh and bone stuck out from the violent forest floor

I dragged through the path the stray fingers of a passed soul

Clean and precious eyes fought the jelly skin

Morning dew and fresh human blood

Gory art followed my scattered presence

Two paths I wished to take, twelve paths my feet graced

Hungry mouths yearned to feed on my pious lifestyle

Trendy footwear drowned tearfully into quicksand

I caught the slightest glimpse of the earth's love for me

My lungs expired under her hurt's weight

Just as water, my breath and want seeped through her roots

Just as I saw my last, my whisper echoed

It was more a plea

It was my cry and defiance

To them, my love

To her, my love

To him, my love