The Indian Taker

one more mistake to chalk up.

a ravenous take, Again,

I ly awake; wondering why,

everything seemed so fake.

there are too many ways to spin,

the once-used.

I think the alto,

took over your abuse.

And this moment took a stand,

somewhat daunting, Yeah, eye-to-eye

I began to accept,

the beautiful passerby.

I began to accept,

our bone's will soon be sand.

But me,

But here.

You are here.

You're the spear.