Grind

Night
as snow white
your fingernails
like red entrails
gutter the thrills
that flutter our veins
within and in vain
deep skin under pain

Passengers
as void messengers
your eyes
like lonely circles entice
paths that aligns
rulers with lines
on dry maps thirsty
perhaps for journeys
in our fingertips tourneys

Wonderful
but what a fool
who keeps ideals
despite ordeals
beyond the deals in full swings
like fingerprint seals
on wild winds
their blood will appeal
the alike grinds
Freedom always grows wings