the 1st BOOK of thum

My Day Sits Here

My day sits here 
I step towards fear 
In all my realm
I claim the helm
To the pokes, the jabs, the leers

My way felt night 
Yet gained lost fright
With pale picked bone 
And one life lone	
Starry-eyed to men in light

My fate lives bare 
In false will scare
My angel comes
With life bound numb
Famished souls, feast well, all’s fair