Well, lost is a relative term.
The heavy assassin a certain
amount of steps away,
a chronic replay of
mush mouth methodology.
On you I see and on you I shall be seen.
Rise up, oh cutthroat,
oh pissy triggerman, rise up!
An avalanche of remorseful rock slide.
An avid avenger of dangerous dark.
orange flicked pitchfork the sky…
There is a tomorrow over the horizon waiting
like a fan of peacock feathers.