Fatigue clings to my jaded bones, As weariness crashes over me. A heaviness no sleep can mend, No dream can set me free.
From Ashes to Embers
Fatigue clings to my jaded bones, As weariness crashes over me. A heaviness no sleep can mend, No dream can set me free.
A country run by sociopaths, Unmoved as we struggle and die. Oblivious to the people’s wrath, Bleeding us completely dry.
Lavender dreams in my wake Which direction doth I take? Sage dons my fearless guide, Abreast with fears I must abide.
Atop a house stood a black cat. In the mighty sky flew black bats. Sunflower orbs stare back at the moon Stealthy as a raccoon lays the moon.
Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
Dear Universe,
Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
A border “czar’s" flaccid threat. Revere’s ride echoes once more. As red coats shift to red ICE hats, Return five riding spirits of yore.
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
Fatigue vibrates in my core A hum beneath my skin. A weary echo, pulsing low, A song I cannot dim