WHEN

Your blood runs from your skin

And your muscles open up

To the sky

And the yellow boiling fat

In your limbs

Naturally dries

Your tendons pull and tear

And your fingernails

Peel back

That is WHEN

You feel the coffin

Gently whisper back.

Your eyes then dry

Your pores then close

Your bones then start to crack

The dirt beneath you

Starts to fill

The holes formed in your back

From WHEN the god

You trusted

Tore the wings straight from

Your spine

That's WHEN you'll feel

The pain they call

The power of

The divine.