9/12 III Day (RP)

I've heard you crying a thousand times

Watched my third I from my third eye in a realm that's nothing short of divine

I can almost smell your scent on core and find comfort from the cold in the leathers of your skin

I've seen you smile on mommy's expression and heard you pout in the strings of her anger

Every sense ever since has been more numb like frozen digits in still time 

And as worship makes cents, I childishly bank on change coming in our favor where just us will be served

Ezintathu (Zulu)