The bees buzzed the latest scuttlebutt of the land
petals a quiver with all the critters
creeping and crawling
the buttercup highway
The sun gleaned the morning
bursting forth rumour of a hot day
The bees buzzed the latest scuttlebutt of the land
petals a quiver with all the critters
creeping and crawling
the buttercup highway
The sun gleaned the morning
bursting forth rumour of a hot day
Fuck your horizon
this teacled air I breathe and eat
The sun only makes it heavier
I hate that ball of fire
there he is
Mr yellow sun
fucking shining
while I watch you dying!
I know it’s a self centred thought
to think the universe should tremble
for you and my breaking heart
but fuck, I cannot fathom
the worlds indifference
and how that fucking sun
shines on him
all while the light goes out of him
It feels as though you, you Mr yellow fucking sun
stole it
with your fucking heat bearing down on us
I hate your promise of such light
after winters afflictions!
But he falls now!
He falls now! While you rise!
And it all goes back to that feeling
where I want to shoot you
you fucking cunt
I hate you, Mr yellow sun
I hate you, Mr yellow cunt!
Caterpillars making pockets of hope
Wings awakening
A revolution sowed
as if death and us is forgiven
For the terror we’ve torn
through these landscapes
Humanity
A winters dream