nonsense

A Poem by winter;lyra

rip my lawn with my teeth
i like grass breath don't judge me
i bark at my dog for the confidence
sleep on the nonsense with my feet off the sheets
so i'll be all night, right, on my predator's lips
fight, why, sign pacts, i might
wake up with an extra horn

kill me before morning
kill me before born alone
done a sour cord of a broken instrument
guard my impertinence
be watchful,
evident