Music:crown me king- it's not an easy thing to meet your maker
i've got a dazzle stuck in my brain, a clot of exploding light stuck in freeze frame. this bright, malignant mote of floating distraction. of fuzz dancing around the cornors of my eyes. dark figures enshrouded in light. the scintillating vampires from other orbits, some glowing enemy out of space. the black shards of glass i keep tucked away beneath my crown, throat, & solar plexus chakras wrapping themselves tighter in fibers to keep the glare away. well maybe i'll just get to nursing my hate. we always end up back there, with this thoughtless malice focusing & unwinding me like a spool of thread.