Angry Fungus Hunter

As my eyes slam shut
Rusted tears jerk free
Skating like lost soldiers
In avalanche form
Across me

Their weapons and instruments
Playing out scenes
From my Angry Fungus Hunter’s Chaotic Symphony

And alone I stand In the wicked crumble
Screaming at the melody
The laughing moon dancing wild
In the ashes of infinity

My hand works its way inside
Into the darkness
Afraid of what it may find

Tightly
My arm locked inside your chest
Reaches in fear
Because it cannot find your heart
And the air is so cold
It is hard to believe you’re alive