Flies filled my brain.
Ideas screaming.

Becomes weary 
of breathing.

Smelled like angels.
Glistening souls. 
Parading death cries. 

Taking sides. 
With polygons. 

Wishes bled. 
Enemy sets.
Scattered and precise.

Hoists the instruments. 
Bagging sound. 

Sword fatigue. 
Fighting with doubt.

Bitterness stacked in good. 
Learning how to die. 

Throwing skulls.
Dreaming in rows. 

Foolish blows. 
Raised to a shine.
 
Shouting and cursing. 
Catches a breadth.
 
Of plenitude
for the divine.