Suspended

Crown wearing
Contradiction
Closed, open doors
Behind these walls

Trails to dust
Bile you swallow
Resounding in
My deep sleep

Too close to them
Suspended

Awakened by
A deep splash, cold
He’s coming near
Heavy dawn

Lines of eyes
Over my head
I am still the
Barking dog

Too close to them
Suspended

Stench of dreams
Absorbing, made flesh
Proclaiming the newborn blood

Impatient, hungry
Let all waste
Keys align
And you disperse

Fields of waves
Pointing to their graves
Tears of coal
Trace maps with swords

Weight of rays
Coming near, damp black
Bitter blowing
Through your skull

Too close to them
Suspended