Jagged thorns around the neck

silver thorns around my neck

Pieces of the muddy bosom bloody

Mississippi in my eyes,

My Bloodlines lie in the muddy waters

I’m choking on the tide.

Dark silver moon wings cling to my chest

Cling to my neck

And won’t let the river flow out of my lips

That muddy mess of life

It lies stagnant in my belly,

It lies in my heart,

Crying out like Pocahontas

When her mother died

In spirit, and her own heart violently reborn(Rebecca)

But my sunshine dust, my crying stream,

My dear space Moon-Milk Eyes Dream,

Is being taken from me,

So close but a million miles away

And though

my mirror mask shows smiles

Behind it,

Is a million thorns slowly choking my muddy river into death.