Moth Man

Legend.

Sometimes our feelings can seem so meaningless in the grand scheme of things. We aren't taken seriously, our voices aren't heard, and we are left fading off in into the distance. Making sense of love and loss and anger and all of the weight of current events can be hard, sometimes it's just easier to be mythical.

Moth Man

Feelings meaningless

Man in the box filled with regrets

No source codes, just ricochets

Collide and realign to self-capitulate

Re-evaluate

These slab-like takes

Breaking off brittle jagged edges

Trying to keep these sands safe

Dream-like I somnambulate

Trying to find the ocean

Digging down I discombobulate

Disintegration but still unbroken

Kept creeping on all fours

A blood-sucking Damascus

Bludgeoning the doors

Sanctuary for the masses

Eyes like Nosferatu-jewels

But Salem's got the lot of them

Proffering a vvitches brew

But I'd let the right one in

Slurring words with Indrid Cold

Catching coughs in lieu of lies

But selling goods still top-of-the-line

Knees like bridges buckle, fold

Where'd you find a combination?

I meet the rules with yawns for help

Finding a friend in Nyarlathotep

And love a fucking joke

Passion plays now bunching up

Throat struggling to fill this cup

On offering, the stitches few

But somehow already scripted

With no vampires left to interview

I'm eating crow like words of love

Four letters each a four course meal

A full curse complete, bit lips and tongue

Prophecies you'll find this one

One last sighting of my winged cope

No point in pleasantries remembered

I'm already just a legend