we collect bones like shells

on the shore
of the dead
we collect bones
like shells

the awakened 
can't sleep
because the world
is ending

the dead crowd out
the living
every day
that humanity fails
​
we become
closer to extinction

how many emperors 
will lie to us
before an empress comes 
and heals the world?

let it be a witch
burned in every past life
by naked emperors
wearing their pretend
attire

let her wear her
​scars
​ like jewels

she will tell you
 healing the earth is
part common sense
part moon magic

she will harness
the flames that
burned her
set fire to all the lies
that bloom
in the mouths
of suits

no false hope
no fake smiles

this new reality
can't be built
on old bullshit