Black Halo from Performative Years by sadloaf

Mythmade
insects in the distance
paying for the benefit
of seeing something mystic
wings like helicopter blades
the prey don’t have to learn
to be afraid

swan song images
quotidian
life of swimming
eating grass and bugs and
eventually getting picked off
unremarkable days
no human can relay
instinct over love
instinct over everything

your gut is yours
your heart is yours
your temperament is yours
your eyes are black
your mouth is yours
your wings are yours
your fur is yours
your halo’s black

I’ve been attuned
to point directions home for you
a magnet in my forehead
please don’t make me use it
I’ve heard it said
there’s more alive right now than dead
but we’ve got billions of years
to contend with

maybe once we get there
our instincts to live will give up

my face is yours
my tail is yours
my story’s yours
my teeth are black
my seething’s yours
my tracks are yours
my mirror’s yours
my pages are black

• Rock
• acoustic
• emo
• indie
• pop-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Paducah