bright little body at the end of thread
feel your slow spin like breathing dread
id never seen a worm, so pink and red
never seen something so clear yet spread

there’s a shadow up there where the sunlight bends
youll notice something tall and on the other end
they say that’s the hands that pull our friends
but maybe those hands are choosing mends

if loves a line then ill let it pull
if faiths a mouth then pull it close
im chosen for this and maybe it blows
but i wanna taste what glows
i wanna taste of where it goes
how it shines of fake salvation
hunger louder than how i flow

i see my reflection through chrome and thread
the rainbow flashes where currents bled
looks like food but it looks like me
the pretty little thing id like to be

the flash of silver which turns to sky
water breaks but then so do i
my lungs full of air that burns of truth
hands above me drown my youth

was it hunger or just my faith
was just my yearn for escape
all i dreamt for was to feel
the colorful shine of something real

all my life i’ve been
circling the same old place
maybe this is what it feels like
to be god’s favorite

for now i see the colors fade
the plastic smile of perfect bait
every promise, followed by string
every halo shown that hid a ring

- hunter