Belonging to you

Day after day
I appear through you
As a metaphorical creature,
With no purpose or intention.

Maybe at night
I thought about the situation
I came through.
But that is just overkill.

Thinking a way to slip away.

Slip away from the harshness
Of this world.
Maybe I'm just going too deep.

But specially at dawn,
When the berries are rot,
And the angels are gone,
It's where the situation
Turns into a shapeshifting walk
Through two different spaces.

But anyway...
Seems like a thorn of a rose,
But it has to be done.
I'm just going to put the letter
In the mail.
Someday you'll read the letter
That just have 2 words:
"Sincerely Yours..."

Rebel Moon